I wanted one week where I wasn’t responsible for making sure everyone else was comfortable.
One week where I didn’t have to remember the sunscreen, pack the snacks, anticipate every meltdown, organize every meal, and make sure my husband had enough quiet time to “recharge.”
I didn’t realize how badly I needed that until I stood on a hotel balcony in Florida and watched Mark’s rental car disappear between the palm trees. Continue Reading ⬇️