As I sip my coffee this evening, I giggle at myself that I have checked my countdown app for the ump-teenth time today to see that I have 11 days until I am toes-in-sand and beach-in-cup. More importantly, the 5 of us (+ a friend of my son’s), will be completely off of the grid for a full 8 days. This is also the very first time my husband has ever been excited about a family vacation in advance of a trip. He always says “I’ll get excited when we’re there” and, true to his word, he does not revel in the anticipation like I always do. But this time, and I’m not sure what’s different, but he’s been excitedly counting down with me. It has been SO fun sharing this experience with him.
I will be a wee challenged this trip. I have a heavy burden I’m carrying right now, something I need to lay out and make then make a big change in our lives for a long while. Really change in my life, but it affects us all. The stress of keeping this to myself for these weeks has been really taxing, more than I would have thought. I find myself avoiding any long conversation with my husband in fear of me spilling my guts too soon. But, I have promised myself I am leaving it all at home when we load up into the truck, and I’m not picking it back up until we get home. I have to face the music, but I can allow myself this breif interlude during this week of family time.
So it got me thinking, how old do you have to be to finally stop royally screwing up? Ha! As if, right? Never old enough. I would love to say I don’t have to learn my lessons the hard way a few times over, but there’s a couple areas in my life where I’m just apparently obtuse as hell. Sigh. It is what it is for now. Perhaps it’ll get through my thick head this time, eh?
For now, I’ll sip my coffee and try not to fester on guilt, but think in anticipation of my soon-to-be-had reprieve. Good night my friends.
What are your hard mistakes – did it only take once or did you have to make the same mistake a few times before you figured it out?