I've been going through another rough patch lately. I try not to blog about it too much, because really, who wants to read the ramblings of a depressed and moody SAHM? Today was an especially hard day, though, and for no external reasons. The reasons are purely internal.
Then I realized...this time next week, I could very well be here:
Panama City Beach. Yes, ma'am. I'm not usually a beach person - the seaweed, salt water in my mouth, and inevitable sunburn are enough to keep me away...usually. But right now, at this point in time, I'm really craving some beach time. Some lay-in-the-sun, look-at-the-waves, think-about-nothing beach time.
Our trip won't be all-fun; we're going to visit my in-laws. I won't dwell on that, but I will say this: sometimes there are people in life that you love because you're supposed to.
One day of our trip, though, will be ours. My man, my girlie, and a beach. I am SO looking forward to it!