...I can't wait to get on the road again.
OK now that I've stuck you all with that lovely little Willie Nelson earworm, if you're reading this then that means that I am indeed in the Jeep headed due south and I didn't come down with Ebola virus, ear mites, whole-body paralysis, or whooping cough which would have prevented me from leaving. Although I do still have cheese-grater foot and at this point I'm beginning to think Ebola would have been preferable.
I've got this bad boy scheduled to publish around 8AM this morning and by that time we should be around the Boston area, so if you're in the vicinity, wave. I'll try and wave back. I might live-tweet the whole thing or would that be tacky? Hey wait, "tacky" is my middle name. And just so we're clear on this, I will not be tweeting whilst driving, OK? So don't get your knickers in a knot over that.
As I type this, I am staring at the sleeping Godiva next to me and taking time to be grateful for my clean kitchen. Megawatt had Zack and Paul over for dinner and she cooked a veritable seafood feast. Lobster, salmon, crayfish, and all the fixins! And despite the mess afterward, she and the two young men cleaned EVERYTHING up, and I do mean everything.
They cleared the counters, washed every single dish, ran the dishwasher, and then swept and sharked (steam mopped) the kitchen floors...
...and fought over who got to shark the floors next! Yeah,all that foggy stuff? That's steam. I can personally vouch for The Shark. It's awesome. Even a couple of 19 year olds agree.
I can't even begin to tell you how huge a weight that is off of my shoulders. I have been stressing all day long about every little detail of this trip, succumbing to the weight of the mommy-guilt for leaving the Little Imp for six days, and not wanting to leave a messy house. I was so touched that these three young adults took the time to take care of this so it was one less thing I had to worry about. Now I can get on with obsessing about meeting the total strangers who live in my computer that I "talk" to on a regular basis. I can obsess about my weight, my hair, my fat cheese-grated feet which, I've just noticed, happen to be sporting two entirely different shades of nail polish on my toes. But ya know what? I don't care.
One thing I will NOT be obsessing about is my fingernails. Whilst not gorgeous, I haven't bitten them in TWO ENTIRE WEEKS! Go me! I know it might seem inconsequential, but in my world, if I can conquer one demon (I realize it's only been two weeks), no matter how small, then maybe there's some hope of conquering the bigger ones that threaten to overwhelm me and drag me down.
Before I close this I wanted to let you know that the beloved New England Mamas is returning to the interwebs and yours truly is going to be among the editors. I have loved NEM since I first discovered the little "community" we have out here and was crushed when they went on hiatus. Not only are they coming back, bigger and better (and hey, there's going to be some testosterone thrown into the mix for fun!), I will be a regular contributor as well as one of the editors. I'm looking forward to being amongst some very talented writers in this here blogosphere...women I've admired for some time. And I get to be part of it! I am so excited about the relaunch of NEM that I decided to go ahead and post something over there, because you know, even though I live in Maine, it's not all about the lobsters!
