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I think this happens every spring…

This year I feel it even more: I NEED AN ADVENTURE. And I know you internet people are thinking: aren’t you busy enough? Oh sure, sure I’m busy with daily adventures of hauling around small screaming children, wiping snot & poop, battling over bedtimes, wakeup times, clothing, & food… (can you tell I’ve had a bad few days?) But dammit, I need to get the hell out of here and be somewhere. I’m even happy to be there with the family so long as no one is crying or whining. Adult or child. Just BE HAPPY for once and stop the frickin’ complaining!!!!! jeez.

I’m feeling particularly pathetic these days as I just recently heard from an old friend who is (at least from where I sit looking at it from my computer screen) having grand adventures: living in Europe and riding his bike around. Clearly this is the life to lead.

Of course then I have to remind myself that my life is nothing to sneeze at. A million people would give much to be where I am: loving husband (if a bit moody these days); two beautiful, healthy children (even if they do cry. a lot); a house (even if it does need work) in a desirable neighbourhood from which I can walk to work; a good job (even if it can be mundane at times — like today); a cute dog (who desperately needs a bath). I’m healthy, happy, stable… AND DAMMIT I NEED AN ADVENTURE.

Thank goodness my absolute best friend is coming this weekend and she will hopefully knock some sense into me (hopefully this will be a literal theoretical knocking, not actual). She is one of the most grounded, no-nonsense people I know, and not likely to let me whine on about silly things like adventures! and travel! and go-see-do! too much.