I've been whisked away for a few days by my Man. I'm in a lovely hotel room with my books, my computer, the remote control, and a complete season of one of my favorite television shows. My Man is a few blocks away at a conference, listening to a favorite speaker from the west coast.
As we traveled to our destination, (after making a rather large deposit at Camp Grandma) I commented that I could feel my mind "unwrinkling" a bit. When this wonderfully crazy life overloads my circuits, my brain begins to feel much like a tightly crumpled up piece of discarded notebook paper. The crinkled wad does not function well as a brain and therefore, I am thankful for the opportunity to iron out my "processor" a bit this weekend!
The children, it seems, were feeling a bit wadded as well, and were only too eager to shoo us off so that they could begin their "festival of joy" at our departure.
So, this weekend, we invest in the "absence makes the heart grow fonder" account, and will enjoy the dividends as we dive back into real life on Monday!