As I write this post, I am sitting with a steaming cup of tea, stuffing my face with candied pecans, wrapped in a blanket on my couch… all. by. my. self. I am currently on day 3 of the most glorious vacation there ever was. While my school let out last Friday for winter break, Luke’s school is in session all this week (his poor teachers). It’s the most free-time, alone time, get shit done time I’ve had in almost exactly two and a half years and it is every bit as good as I’d imagined. On Monday alone I managed to exercise, shower, BLOW DRY MY HAIR, get a Texas driver’s license (more on that in a later post), go to Ikea, assemble a shelf from Ikea, pick up Luke, cook a complete meal that did not include a box of mac and cheese, and play “tools” with Luke. That is more than I’d accomplished for myself in 6 months. I love my job, I do. But it is hard and it leaves me with oh so little at the end of the day. I am so so thankful for these days to reset.
*I mean, er, Santa