We moved. You get that. I can’t shut up about it.
Moving sucks. As a good friend mentioned about her move, “I just wanted to come home and not do anything.” I totally get that, but I have no idea when it will ever happen.
Today, I’m grateful for getting out. I had to work in Michigan which means I get to stay in a hotel. How luxurious is that? A hotel! A place that needs nothing from me. Just my body hitting the bed. Oh yes, y’all are jealous.
After having kids, I totally understood the glorious-ness of the work trip. But in the past seven years, some of that luster has worn off. Too many means a hard re-entry. But that’s after a couple of weeks of Road living. However if I’m not in a hotel and it’s been a month, the whole house gets nutty. I love being out of the house. I love what it does for the entire family. I’ll ramble on and on about this fact later in the month because that’s how awesome a hotel visit is for a Mom.
But today. Today, I got out of the house: a house where some of the outlets are exposed. A house littered with 1/2 empty paint cans. A house filled with “To-Do Lists” Yes, I’m grateful to leave all that behind for one night. I’m grateful to avoid the mess. I’m happy for the random and uninterrupted Thrift store visits. I’m thrilled to sleep in a super dark bedroom that I didn’t have to clean. I’m happy to have a dinner without hearing, “I don’t like this. OK maybe I do.” I’m happy to drink free wine out of plastic cups. I’m grateful to be alone without a plan. I said it. And I won’t apologize. Being alone for a night is amazing. Try it out.
Day 5: Getting out.