Over the last 6 months I've become that woman, the one I never wanted to be. The one at Target at 8:30 p.m. buying poster board for a Science project. The one having to fight through the throngs of people doing their grocery shopping during Saturday morning rush hour as it's the only free time to get it done. The mail goes into triage when it enters the house; much like a hospital emergency room. It's prioritized based on life or death and the mail that doesn't look like life and death gets thrown into the pile to go through 'later'. I rush from work to literally run into the house and with only 4 minutes to spare I whip cream with sweetened condensed milk and cream cheese while smashing Oreo's and run full throttle out to the truck to rush to the high school with dessert in hand for the football 'team meal'. I time my leaving the office to correspond with picking my 13 year old up from cheerleading practice and the cellphone becomes invaluable to coordinate the schedules and pick up times after cheering for games.
But not this week.
This week I took vacation.
I'm not on a cruise to Mexico. I'm not on a beach in Florida. I'm not even visiting family in South Dakota or on a shopping spree in Minneapolis. I'm home. Blessedly... home.
With no plans to go anywhere I'm on vacation this week and spending it painting interior doors, organizing closets and scrubbing floors. I gleefully repainted the front door yesterday and smiled as I pulled the last of the green onions from the now defunct garden. With about a gallon of green onions I'm in the process of trimming and freezing them for future use in soups and broths and roast chicken meals in the future.
As I sip my morning coffee here at the kitchen counter, I smile as I gaze out the window to the beautiful red and gold tree's and baby blue sky. I missed summer and I almost missed Autumn, but for this week? I'm soaking up every single solitary second of it and tucking it away in my heart before returning to the confines of the office next week.
