Hey…remember me? I used to blog fairly regularly. Until, that is, I blew outta town for five days and forgot all about life back in the big city (such as it is). Yep, I am just back from five days of heaven on earth. Five days of worrying about no one other than myself. Five days of sitting on my ass doing one (and only one at a time) of three things: eating, shopping or sunning. Five days of living like a Real Housewife, minus the bickering, backstabbing and name calling. It was fantastic and long overdue.
I knew I needed a break, but had no idea just how desperately. It wasn’t until I felt the warmth of the Florida sun and watched my hair become shorter, bigger and curlier by the second that I fully embraced just how spent I was. I slept like a log. I ate like a pig. I cried (just once) like a baby. I sunned like a (stupid) teenager. I celebrated my birthday like a princess. It was perfection.
With the exception of the head in a cloud feeling from the shaky flight home which I just managed to shake about an hour or so ago, I feel like a new girl. Unfortunately, this new girl has very little to share with regards to her family’s adventure at the moment, but have all confidences that that will change.
Just checking in…more to come as reality sets back in and my tan fades to my normal shade of pale.
p.s. Lots of love and thanks to everyone for remembering my birthday (29 is a big one, ya know) and a special shout out to MLS and LG for making me feel like royalty for 124 hours. Thanks, too, to Rich and the kids for letting me call them (and not the other way around) for those entirety of those 124 hours and for my one-day-post-birthday celebration.