I hit the wall.
This may come as a surprise to some, as I have 2 kids and 3 jobs, that it took so long…
But a week ago I hit it.
I shut my bedroom door and I sat on the corner my bed.
while my boys were distracting me…trying to decide what to do.
And I heard “Get away from here.”
and all the fucking…
And the face smacking and leg biting and nipple pinching and needing.
I need 12, no 24 hours of silence.
But carving out this time feels…
So I did what I always do when I have an important decision to make.
I asked facebook “how do I find the cheapest, best 4-star hotel with a hot-tub (*must) and Cable TV within 12 hours?” And the answers came pouring in.
I’m not going to highlight all the websites that cater to instant get-a-ways but there are a lot and I was quickly overwhelmed.
I didn’t have the brain power to sift through all the best, closest, easiest, one-room left, act-now options.
In fact, now I was worse off than before I had the image of lying naked spread -eagled on a California king sized bed covered in Doritos watching Love it or List it. (*I couldn’t find a pic for that.)
And then I got to thinking that we don’t really have the $ for it and it’s a waste, and why do I get one but my partner doesn’t? and within an hour I was so totally overwhelmed with the idea of a Staycation at all that I gave up on the idea completely.
So this is what I did instead.
My hubs took the kids for the day.
I scrubbed the toilet. I was doing it because I wanted to, not because I was dying from the smell of human shit, I really liked getting into those nooks and crannies. And I vacuumed all the shit off the floor so the room felt spacious.
It was spiritual a cleansing of sorts.
And I had a bath *(technically it was a hot tub)
that may have looked more like this:
and I bought snacks and I lay on my bed in my jammers…
which may have looked more like this…
Then I put new sheets on my bed and I opened…
…and I locked the bedroom door (even though no one was home), downloaded the memoir by Gene Wilder and I cuddled up in my clean ass sheets and I read.
I read till my eyes closed and I fell asleep.
From start to finish, this Staycation took a total of about 6 hours (and if I was a single mom it would have cost me under $100 and that’s what visa’s are for.)
I had backed away from the wall (do you get my genius pop culture joke here?)
450$ on a hotel in a city you already live in is not possible for some. Getting the dexterity together to make a phone call to ask about said hotel might even be less of an option.
But my crap-ass homemade cookies staycation worked.
I didn’t get to lie spread-eagled on a California King (don’t bother googling this image) but I got…
And that’s all I really needed in the first place.
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