Spontaneity is not one of my top five strengths. It's probably not in my top 20. Sometimes, though, I am spontaneous. It's usually weeks like this one, when it feels like something must shift, when the clouds won't budge, our energy is zapped, and I'm craving a change.
Blake and I decided that Anna and I could use a little trip. We didn't have anything we HAD to do on Tuesday or Wednesday, so I called Mo D first thing Tuesday morning to see if we could drive up for a quick visit. I packed in record time, which was still slowly, and I forgot Anna's pajamas, but she's happy to sleep in her clothes. We've eaten spaghetti and more junk food than usual and breakfast for dinner. I met an old, dear friend for lunch. Anna and Mo swam. I walked on the treadmill. We've all colored - a lot. We've walked and played with and petted Riley. I haven't thought to much about To Do lists or the gray weather. And, when it came time to go home today, I received a text message from Blake telling me to stay another day if it felt good to do so. So, we did, even though we'll miss playschool tomorrow morning.
It was just what we needed this week. We're missing Blake, though. It's been a restful, relaxing little getaway, and it will be so good to get back to Daddy tomorrow night. Thanks, Mo, for welcoming us at the last minute!