…vacation, had to get away.
I was kind of the brink of losing it last week. It’s a long story that is probably better suited to a live conversation and not so much an online one, but suffice it to say that Craig thought I could use a weekend away. By myself. He cashed in some frequent flyer miles and sent me to Tampa.
The beach isn’t really ocean-front in the way I was hoping for. There are no rolling, crashing waves, and there’s really not much of a beach front here at all, but I did manage to find some sand tonight and I’ll take it. The point of the weekend is that I rest and regroup and return better than I left.
As I got news this morning while in Chicago that DHS decided to pick up the boys TODAY, with no notice and while I’m out of town and Maddie and Chloe are away for the weekend too, I’m not sure how restful this weekend is going to be. Because I’m sad and hopping mad.
And there’s not a single thing I can do about it. I’m in Florida.