Tomorrow we head up to Northern California to visit the Mister's family, leaving chickens, garden and home in the hands of the housemates and shutting down this thing called work.
I could not be more thrilled.
Things have been intense at the theatre with three shows running at the same time, often producing a swarm of people from multiple houses all expecting to get their intermission treats at roughly the same damn time. I can't serve 1500 people at once. I can try, but I will fail. Although we've been doing a stellar job and I am mostly feeling warm fuzzies for my staff, who are all doing a hell of a job.
But enough about work.
Instead, I'm going to focus on the small moments of this road trip. I'm doing to see what I pass through an open window. I'm going to watch the children giggle from the back seat. I'm going to settle in to life at my in-laws. I'm going to sleep late. I'm going to have a couples massage with my Mister and then we're going to take each other out to dinner. We will listen to the bullfrogs and the crickets from our little guest bungalow and know our children are being cared for by their Grandmother inside the house. We're going to feed the horses carrots and visit with Mark's 94-year-old grandfather. We'll make the drive over to Mark's brother's house and pick berries from the bushes that grow wild by the creek and eat veggies picked straight from his garden. We will do nothing for long hours each day.
I cannot wait.
So wish us luck as we start off at 4am, just four hours from right now. I'm off to pack and cook some food and make myself ready. Hopefully this time, our road trip will not involve getting stitches in anyone's face (or elsewhere, really)!