Like clean sheets on the bed

Ahhhh….getting away to gain a little perspective, truly away as in further than an hour from home and any computers, can be a truly restorative thing.

I’ve taken out my frustrations on the weeds in my flowerbed and garden, done a little traveling ( here’s to Martha’s favorite little vacation spot) and I’m feeling much better…much more centered and overall in a better place. Really, I’m not as crazy in my real life as I may occasionally (or all the time, depending on your point of view) come across as here. Often I just dump random little bits of this or that from my mind or to work something out that’s bugging me and go on my merry way, never giving a second thought as to how it might make me come across to people who don’t know any more of me than what I post right here.

So–let us move on and never speak of this again. Until you know, I get all emotional and overwhelmed and have another meltdown. So, in all likelihood, in another month or so. I keed, I keed.

We had a nice Fourth. It was just Owen and I for his first Fourth of July this year as my husband was stuck in Tennessee and couldn’t make it home in time. The place that we go to celebrate has a massive fireworks display. I was initially worried how Owen might react to the noise and the smoke. I think he enjoyed all the fireworks, but it was really hard to tell since I had to check to see if he was sleeping several times because of the lack of response. The sparklers were a big hit, until he realized that I wasn’t going to let him actually hold one–from then on out Owen was more interested in trying to wiggle down off of my lap and roam free than to ooh and awe over the sparklers.

Despite the fun, I’m so glad we made it back home all in one piece. There’s nothing quite like your own bed. Or being able to walk around without having to worry about what you’ve got on–or the lack thereof–and who you might run into.