During our time away, one thing that struck me was how easily I went from "Over-Scheduled Mom", planner in one hand, cell phone in the other, to "Relaxed-Easy Going Laid Back Girl". Laid Back Girl was more concerned with where her next Dirty Monkey was coming from than which kid had to be at which field or what customer email to answer first.
I spent the week in a relaxed haze, enjoying each day - which seemed to by at a perfect lingering pace. I'm usually sort of high-strung and I can be a bit shrill when I don't get my way, but I don't think that happened once all week. Well, with the exception of the night we all settled down to play Asshole. We were playing out of turn and that's a key element to the game! Some rules just have to be followed people!
Unless I was specifically asked, I don't think I spent too much time talking about the kids. Adult conversation abounded and I was depserate to take part. At some points I wondered if I had lost the ability to discuss topics other than team sports, standardized testing or lawn and garden ornaments. I think I did okay.
Does this mean that despite my frazzled exterior I'm actually quite well-adjusted? If it does, what will I write about now?
Or maybe it was just a sign that I need to remove myself and relax more often? Recharge and grow somewhere other than here.
Yeah, I'll take that over losing my crazy. Crazy is more fine while you're knee-deep in it.