It’s happened. I have checked out. You know how various people place those “Gone Fishing” signs on their door? It’s like that. I kind of wish I was a fisherwoman and could escape to my favorite fishing hole, just a walk away from work. Well, not really- because I travel with a lot of kids. But equally as enticing (for me at this moment), is camping.
We are exploring. We are unplugged.
We are watching the sunsets in swing sets.
And making ice cream mustaches (or goatees).
So don’t come looking for me for a while, because I’m out.
But I’ll be back. 😉