blowing off steam

BF and I  went to my sister’s Saturday night.  Her house is 5 hours from mine.  So yes, we drove most of Saturday, partied, slept, and drove home.  I’m still all worn out.  But I sure did need that break in routine.

My sister is 21.  She has her own house.  She lives in a tiny town known only for the large Tech school.  Her house is full of nifty breakable things.  We got to fly remote controll helicopters while drinking, gaming, and chatting, etc.  Not once did I have to yell at a kid to “DON”T TOUCH”.  It was grown-up time, in grown-up space.  OK, I really can’t party like I’m 21 any more, so maybe it wasn’t really so much grown-up as it was kid-free.

And BF and I got 10+ hours by ourselves.  It wasn’t exactly the romantic get a way of a life time but it was time just to be us.  It was lovely.  I got to use my back speakers, for once not having to worry about ruining my kids ears.

Even though I’m all worn out (this is partly because we were up late having a discussion which will remain private for the time being) I feel much saner.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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