Alrighty ya'll...before I went off on the tangent about my truck *heehee, "MY TRUCK"!* I was asking if you fine visitors ever have the urge to just up and run away.  Don't ya?  Don't you ever have one of those days (weeks?  months?) where you want to pack the essentials into your rig and drive off into the sunset to quietly re-create your life and lick your wounds in privacy? 

I tell ya what...if you have...you can come sit RIGHT HERE by me.  I've had one of those years!  Yes, yes.... YEARS.  I'm back in the saddle, trying to tread water...whatever you wanna call it, that's me.  But as strong as we are, everyone has weaknesses in their armor.  Where are yours?  I'm finding mine are in my heart, right about bedtime.  PRAISE BE for the wonderful nightowls at TOS who keep my mind preoccupied and my soul soothed.  Dear friends, I don't say it enough...I am thankful every day for the outpouring of love that has come raining down upon me thanks to The Old Schoolhouse and all the crazy (albeit probably not as nutty as ME!) folks who have shared in the trials and triumphs of the past, well, now it's 18 months almost!  WOW. 

I have survived.  I'll continue to survive. And I thank my lucky stars daily that I've had your help.  You've kept me sane.  Well.......  sorta.  Kinda.  In a roundabout way.  I think. 

NOW THEN....all that mooshy stuff said and done...let's get to the nitty gritty of it all. 

When you have had "one of those"...where would you like to go?  What would you like to do?  What is your dream hide-away, just to have a little time to re-focus your energies on what is truly important?  Do you go alone?  Do you go with your spouse/significant other?  Your best friend?  A group of friends?  What helps you get back on track when the wolves are circling and you know your stressed, strained, battered, beaten little psyche just cannot handle one more attack?  Do you head to the beach?  The mountains?  The spa?  Taco Bell?  BORDERS?  (Yes, a little word play there...isn't that humorous?  Make a run for the Border(s)...get it?  heh heh)

Somebody stop me.  Then come help me pack.  Where should I go?  Hmm?  HMMMMM???  Where would YOU go, dear ones, if money was still an object but time was less of one?  When Gramma steps in and takes the kiddo(s), how do you recharge? 

If you are looking at this and thinking, "Golly, where DO I go?  What would I do?"......maybe we should discuss this.  Maybe it's time for you to have a little tea break (or coffee break, Dr. Pepper break...pick your poison, mon!) of your own....  We give of ourselves...but how do we give TO ourselves?

It is a mother's place to place her children's needs above her own.  It is a wife's place to place her husband's needs above her own.  But every now and again...it is a woman's place to remember that she HAS her own needs!  And when you've done what you can to meet others' needs...guess what...it's YOUR TURN, sweetie!

Want a brownie?