In a sad need of a mental vacation.

Teetering between frazzled and appathetic is not a mix for success.  I’m tired of battling with my kid; coming home from work to more work; ready for the end of school, homework, and emergency school supply runs; disappointed; rushed.

The excitement of the rehearsal dinner cheesecakes I’m working on this week is being overshadowed by all the ones I’m plotting for Relay next week.  But it’s not as stressful as the Easter sale, I don’t have to worry over how perfect they come out since they’ll be sliced and messy in no time.

I took a break for a little paint therapy last night, nearly finishing the bathroom I started a couple months ago.  The parts that are done are really starting to resemble what I was picturing.  That felt good to see something simple and tangible come together.

Screw the mental vacation, this is what I need.  Feet in the ocean, definitely this summer even if I hitchhike.