Meltdown and Away

I now consider myself a full fledged survivor. No I didn't survive any type of major illness, unless you count grand babies an illness anyway, but I have survived a full week of fun, frolic and torture to my sanity. I must confess because after all my blog is called confessions, that I couldn't take another day of the lovely grand babies. They have gotten the best of me. Whittled me down to the rotten core, they have. I started my day today the usual way: coffee with bailey's. Which was then followed quite quickly with 1/2 Valium pill and 1/2 Xanax. Thank God for drugs in the legal form. Bless my good doctors heart. I survived the day. I wish I could say completely intact but I had a major meltdown around 4 pm. I did in fact curl up and cry for over an hour. I banished all children from my cave when this occurred leaving them in the capable hands of Princess.

I was still lying in this same position, with tissues all around, when Trucker arrived home from work. He took one sad, puppy dog looking face at me and ordered pizza delivered. After which he gave me the news that made my heart swell in gratitude and love. It dried my pitiful, whiny tears. He is taking me away! Away from children, away from home and away for a day or two. Nothing glamorous, nothing anyone might consider a vacation, but to me, I don't care. It's away and it doesn't involve kids, cooking or cleaning. He has a load to deliver in Atlanta, GA on Monday morning and I am going with him. We leave at noon on Sunday and won't be back home till very late on Monday if not then Tuesday. I am rooting and praying for Tuesday. Two adults, alone, on the road, in bunk beds.

To me it will be my little slice of heaven!