Tess woke up at 6:00, per her usual - she is too young to understand Sunday morning. Now I can't get back to sleep. I am equal parts excited and freaking out. Tonight my husband and I are leaving my children with my mom so that we can go on a week-long trip.
It has been a long time since we've left our kids for this long. Like, since 2007, before the recession hit. Hence the freak out. But the excitement part is because we're going to Puerto Rico to do nothing but sit on the beach and eat food. That's what I'm planning, anyway. DJ keeps talking about things like zip lines and kayaks and all I can think of is sand and water and sunshine. Eighty-degree sunshine.
If you don't hear from us for a while, that's where you'll find us - on a beach in the sun, eating junk food. Living the dream.
Speaking of junk food, lookie what arrived this week:
On March 1st I ate four Samoas. They made me sick. No more sugar for Elise. The end.
(Here's what I wrote this week at St. George News. It is the story of how I found an elk in my Tahoe that one time. How did this tale NOT make it to the blog?! I don't know, but you should give it a read.)