Bruised Reeds & A Trip to the Beach


When our vacation started on Thursday morning I was already worn to a pulp...

Let me start by saying that we have not been out of town as a family since May. While all of our friends and literally everyone on Facebook reminded me that Summer was the time to take these awesome family vacations, I was at home counting down the days until our long weekend at the beach in September. Ok, back to the weekend...

We decided to forego school on Wednesday in order to get the house clean and everything packed up so we could leave early Thursday morning. And as it often happens with these planned out "productive days," one mess after another happened. And if it wasn't a mess, it was a distraction. It was breaking up fights and talking it out and cleaning up lots and lots of spills. When Adam got home Wednesday evening I told him I felt like a hamster on a wheel all day long. So when we left on Thursday morning, I was mad. I was mad at my kids, mad at my not so clean house, mad that I had spent 3 hours folding laundry the night before vacation, and now I was mad at my husband who reminded me with a smile, "A load a day keeps the mountain away." Thanks a lot, hun.

Done. I was done. The day I had been looking forward to for months now brought anxiety, condemnation and tears.

But, we were officially on vacation now so let's put on a happy face and hope there's some rest for mama to be found on this trip. I so desperately need rest....