Feeling Like a Real Growing-Up

I cannot tell you how incredibly free I feel today. I am in Boston WITHOUT THE KIDDOS!!! Thursday night, I dropped them off with the in-laws and their dad. They happily separated from me. There was only one, possibly even imagined, moment when Liam came at me as I was leaving and seemed sad to see me go. He had his arms outstretched and hugged me, leaned against me, and said, "Nooo" in a quiet little voice. He then tried to throw himself out the door with me, but other than that, it was a smooth getaway.

I went home, had a night of sleep. I cannot say a GOOD night of sleep. I awoke at one thirty and could not fall back to sleep until four. I think I was mostly excited by the prospect of time alone, a business meeting three hours away in the morning and a weekend of fun with my sisters, celebrating the middle one's birthday. It made me realize how important it is to refuel now and then with some ME time.

I got in the car the next morning at seven thirty and hit the road with a new music mix. It was darn near heaven. The weather put on quite a stunning show for me, it seemed. First, everything was shrouded in a high fog, hills and trees coquettishly showed their outline, like a women in fine cotton sans slip. Then, the sun began to break through in motes, rays that look as close to a manifestation of the Holy Spirit as I could ever imagine. By the end of the trip, there was a blinding sun in a cheerful blue sky. It reminded me of a six-year-old's depiction of "sunny day."

The meeeting went well. Met Sissy for lunch of sushi, other Sissy joined us and we got the hairbrained idea to head out to Foxwoods. Not so much hairbrained as AWESOME. It was so fun. Broke-even in the end, but that was after four hours of playing and lovely dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe. I feel like such a "groing-up" (which my sister has just informed should be "growing-up").

So, I leave you to continue my growing-up weekend with a karaoke birthday party. What song shall I sing this evening?