Must... Leave... Town...

I seriously need a vacation. I am in major burnout mode. I know that I've been tired for a long time, but seeing Jenn and Dad's vacation pictures from last week, I went slightly stir crazy. I began bugging Stephen about going to Maine or Vermont, or possibly both. For whatever reason, he was not nearly as excited about driving 12, 15+ hours. Uh, why not? We are totally compatible driving partners!! (No, really, we are!) But I guess he views a 15-hour drive as: traffic, road construction, aching back, bad drivers while I view it as: insane amount of reading time!!! Woot! Then I moved my plan into Phase 2 - sending him great travel deals from Southwest and JetBlue. He actually agreed that they were pretty great prices, but unfortunately for us we weren't trying to get to Alabama, Florida, or Mississippi. Finally I screamed in torment, "Fine!!! Then let's just go to the cabooses!!" Much to my surprise, he readily agreed. Mainly because I think he thinks it's only a couple of hours away. And in North Carolina. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I think he only agreed because my head was spinning around and I was was spewing hot lava from my mouth. I mean, I am dying for a vacation.

Our last vacation, for our anniversary, was spent in Georgia with his family. We got to do the UFC fight which was great, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't exactly the most romantic trip we've ever had.

Our vacation before that was in July. We went to Pennsylvania. With his family. Who I dearly love! And we love Pennsylvania, so the trip was a blast. But to save money, we didn't even get our own hotel room. Again, not the most romantic vacation ever.

The vacation before that was spent in New York in April. And that was the least romantic of them all because it was just me, mom, and Jenn. No boys allowed.

The vacation before that we were alone. It was romantic, it involved doing everything we wanted to do and nothing we didn't. And it was in September 2007.

I think I've made my point.

We are going to Myrtle Beach this weekend, just Saturday and Sunday to stay with his grandparents at their time share. They still don't know that they are great-grandparents, as we wanted to tell them in person rather than over the phone. Better late than never, right?

And starting in December I am cutting down my shelter hours to one weekend a month. I realize my energy is low right now and will probably bounce back, but it's not worth it to me to get so stressed that I hate my job. So I'm doing that for mental health reasons. Anyway, since we decided to leave town, my mood has greatly improved. It's like I know there's a light at the end of the tunnel. So I'll just take it one week at a time until November 14, and then I'm OUTTA HERE!!!