So, I’ve been frazzled lately. The voices in my head are in overdrive. I’ve written at least three draft posts, though the thoughts are too raw to share. Wanting to slowly release the steam from the bubbling and boiling thoughts in my head, I drove to work this morning with an idea.
A smile came across my face when I thought about checking into a hotel room for the weekend. Quiet time by myself. Time to sit, write and relax with only the noise in my head distracting me. Then I thought about finding a hotel room with an indoor pool. The boys could join me on Saturday afternoon for an indoor pool day. As I thought about my weekend getaway, I could hear the laughter of the boys playing in the water, and I could feel the refreshing water being splashed in my direction.
Yes, a weekend getaway was just what this crazy chick ordered.
I walked into my boss’ house, turned on the laptop and began setting up for my work day. Logging in to my email, I saw a note from my husband. Selfishly, my heart sank as I read the following:
Craig and Lewis are leading work crews this Friday and Saturday toward Cartersville/Bartow County to assist with clean up of the carnage left behind by the storms that ripped through North Georgia last week. A great deal of attention is being given to Ringgold (and rightly so) because of the tornado that destroyed the town. However, Cartersville/Bartow County received the brunt of two extremely strong storms on the same evening. There is an amazing amount of damage there as well. The only supplies Craig is saying we will need are chain saws, gloves, and strong backs.
I want to help with this. I am planning to go tomorrow, Friday (take a day off work). I would like to go Saturday too but not unless we can send the boys somewhere like Grandma’s. Please let me know if you have any issue with this.
*Sigh* What good person would reply back to her husband, looking to help others, with a response, “Hell no! You can’t go!” Well, that’s what I did.
I’m kidding, Readers. I didn’t respond to my husband negatively. Instead, I was reminded of what is truly important in this world. And sadly, once again, what is most important is not me. (I still believe I will be the most important person one day.) I married a good man. I am proud he is going to load up his chainsaw, gloves and strong back and help his neighbors. I’ll be fine. In fact, I’ll be great. My family is healthy, the house is in tact and I have money to buy ice cream. Life is good, even when hectic.