I'm on the poofy couch listening to Doc and Lucy play Lego Indiana Jones and Riley reading tongue twisters. The yard has been tended to, but the flower beds are asking "What about us?" And I'm telling them to relax because they now qualify as Jungle Chic.
Here's a summary of my vacation:
I love my job, but I think the stress of it all was getting to me. These five days were needed for me to recharge my brain and soul a bit.
Buster Keaton Face
I've laughed and I've cried...I don't like to cry. I usually can't stop if I start. Doc complains about my "Buster Keaton" face, but sometimes, it's either that or Niagra Falls.
Things are tough vis a vis ye olde bank account right now. Doc and I are trying to figure out what to do next. We are definately at a crossroads, which people keep pointing out to us. I'm trying very hard to listen well to advice I'm getting from trusted sources. But any move right now is a risky one.
I'm going back and forth wondering if there really is a God or if this is all just some grand accident of chemistry.
Riley and I had a disagreement where we both dug in our heels and got mad at each other. But it was nothing a little homemade pizza offering couldn't cure.
Mostly, even though things are tough, we are all finding ways to laugh a little, sing some, and hug it out.
So, I get back on the merry-go-round tomorrow. I hope when the alarm clock goes off, I'll find that spring in my step again that was missing last week. I know it's there...it just needed oiling.
Oh, and Riley just said, "By the way, Mom, don't come into my room..." I'm off to investigate.