Respite & Fun

I ran, ok drove, away to Cville for a little change of pace of life for a few reasons.

First, it's been tradition since I started teaching to immediately head to Cville.

Second, it's nice not-to-be-me until I hit 29 and come back. It's like that country song 'I don't have to be me until Monday.'

Gone was the teacher talk. Gone was packing lunches (ok, let's be real I've had dates with my dad at the cafeteria at the hospital for the last month because I've become too lazy to make lunches. On that note, I've also been eating popsicles for breakfast.)

We do love each other, Momma.

Partners in Crime

Third, it's nice to be on flipside. I got to go to a few school events for the girls and just enjoy fort building and ice cream sundae making.

But, I can say that today my uncle came to town and we had lunch and then it was off to Relay at Culpeperfest (while sharing my nutritious diet, I ate mac and cheese at lunch and dinner). And, I was ready to dive back into the fun and catching up with old friends (figuratively of course) at one of Culpeper's
funnest  (I know that's not a word) and finest traditions.

Moral of the Story: I don't have to be me until I cross that county line.