It’s a weird combination, I know. But for the past three weeks, I’ve been busier than ever. First, I went to the blogging conference, Mom 2.0, and made a point to continually remove myself from comfort zones. Then I went home for a few days only to have to get the house ready and pack and leave for a week in Ireland.
This is not how I roll. I usually have one big thing, then months of usual life. I was exhausted from the conference, Maura was on me like a beloved leech, and I found myself too tired to stress about the list of things that should be done. So when my favorite sister arrived to take control of the household, I was handing her a hot mess. I also offered to throw cash her way if she cleaned my house. My sister is very agreeable. My sister is also very cool – “I don’t think I could do it all either.” she said. “I mean, you have Maura, you have the other three, then regular house stuff, etc…”
So I bought all the food possible, left her with extra cash for more food and the keys to the liquor cabinet, and went back to Dublin.
And it was all good. I got to see (even if only briefly) friends, popped in at Maura’s old school at the perfect time for a short hello (only to find out they ALL read the blog…so HIYA SMH!), I got my favourite chips, walked the pier, made new friends, collected sea glass on the beach, sat in pubs and bars with friends, and actually found an exact replacement for the pendent I got in Ireland when we lived there, but lost. We stayed out late too much, drank too much, ate all the things…and I lost a pound and despite feeling like a Guinness truck ran me over today, I feel like I can go back to taking on the world.
Oh sure, I’ll be doing that with a 5’2 leech along my side, but that’s okay. It’s just part of my life. And my life is pretty good.