In about a week I’m headed out of town for a trip to New York on business. I’m going to visit with my agency’s home office and will hopefully be able to steal some time away in the city for a bit by myself. I love spending time in a different place alone. I’m an introvert, naturally, and I do like myself.
I also really like not sharing a bed and being able to pee alone, so bonus points for staying in a hotel. We are forgoing a traditional family vacation this year in light of our current living/moving situation as we are trying to scrimp and save every extra penny we can to be in the very best financial place when we do close on our dream house once it’s built. So this will be a nice all-expenses paid break. My parents are watching the kids that week so that Brian can keep working. So that’s pretty much a vacation for him, too. That means my parents get extra grandkid time and can spoil them extra good before returning them back to us again. I’m driving myself and the three small ones by myself to Tennessee. My anxiety level is already high, and I guess at this point I figure it can’t possibly get worse, so hey, why not? Right.
We don’t get much alone time, either separate or as a couple. It’s hard given our schedules and lack of familial support system locally. Also, babysitters are expensive and we’re saving all our pennies. That’s hard when the “on” button is always switched and I’m sure probably has something to do with the way I’ve felt lately.
Here’s to hoping I run into Zac Efron on the streets of New York. That would probably cheer me up.