I have been sick for the last 10 days or so with the typical winter crud that has me vowing to move to the desert every year around February. How I have managed to contract this while everyone else in my house remains healthy is complete mystery. Especially since one of my kids a school age and the other one still spends a lot of time putting random everyday objects in his mouth.
But I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself because I am packing my bags and my car and getting ready for a work trip to Fargo.
Now, you might think I would dread this trip but I will tell you a secret: I am not. Not one bit. In fact, I am looking forward to it. While I have a hefty schedule during the day my evenings will be blessedly free. And during those hours I am going to pretend like I am on a Momcation. No kids. No cooking. No cleaning up. No driving anywhere to and fro. Instead I am going to bring a long a good book (or two) and my coziest flannel pajamas and some lotions and potions for pampering.