I’m leaving on a camping trip vacation. I’m getting all aggravated about the blog. (If you even want to call it aggravation. It’s more like a mild itch.) And then I got to thinking (always a leap of faith) who cares if I skip a couple of weeks. My words are not so important that anyone will indeed suffer without them.
(That being said, you will note, I am still typing.)
Who is more important? A calm mom packing the camper, helping her kids learn to pack, helping, helping, helping … or you, the reader?
I pick me and my family.
This is the crap I would be pouring a cocktail or twelve over. I’d be ranting all day about how overworked, over-stressed, and over-whelmed were the preparations that only a bottle of booze could bring me down to right size.
After it brought me to right size, it brought me to the floor, an argument, and ultimately a horrid hangover. Not good!
That’s the post this week. I want to be kind to my husband and children while we pack, because the vacation starts “before” we leave. I needn’t preach all this sobriety-rocks, tranquility-is-real, zen, love-is-the-answer stuff if I’m going to go rage on my family when it’s “family vacation time.”
Oh my goodness, is this what it means to put first things first ???
Heading to the Colorado River for boating, tubing, skiing, and wake-boarding. And we do it all sober and it’s AMAZING.
I love you and I’ll see you when I get back.
A Beginner’s Tip:
Get a permanent sobriety date, (if you don’t already have one).
Don’t change it.
For any reason.
(Not even a trip to the river.)