Be A Duracell

Five days…Five days until I get into the F150 with my husband and begin our 1300 mile drive south to a white sandy beach. Room with a balcony, facing the beach. Dolphins, shells, sand and sun, waiting for me, waiting for us. I deserve a break, my husband deserves a break, WE deserve a break. In the past 6 years we have made it through our son on life support and beating the odds, one of our best friends crashing into the ditch, my husbands family feud, our 2 best friends getting hit by a truck and both loosing a leg, a stalking addict ex, an old surprise income tax nightmare left by that ex, cross country quick trips to watch our son play ball, calls from acquaintances telling us our son is in trouble and rescuing him from himself, showchoir competitions, a graduation, a boat being stolen from our yard, our house being broke into and our electronics and valuables stolen. Bowling meets, bowling league, doctor appointment after doctor appointment, iron transfusions, autoimmune diagnosis, 1st 2nd and 3rd opinions, a botched surgery, car accidents, dying grandparents, the birth of our first grandchild, losing the gift of seeing our grandchildren, a psychological breakdown….I could go on forever. The point being it’s way past time for us to get away and spend some quality time together. I’m so excited while I’m scared shitless at the same time, but I know I need this, he needs this, we need this, our relationship needs this. WE DESERVE THIS!

Have you taken a break? Gotten away? Either with your love or on your own? Maybe a weekend getaway with a friend? Treat yourself, it doesn’t have to cost a lot, it doesn’t have to be extravagant, but do something. Your battery needs to be recharged. If it runs too low for too long, you’re only asking for trouble. Don’t be afraid to be a Duracell. 😁

Published by Dazedmother

I'm a middle aged working woman. I have raised four boys of which my baby is 17. Motherhood began at age 17 for me. For 30 years every choice I've made was as a mother. This past year, two of my sons have decided life is better without me. I'm a mom, a grandma, a wife that was divorced and now remarried. Here I am, still trying to figure out this thing called life.

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