There, I said it. I've been wanting to say it for a while now but it just felt too soon. I mean, I've only been back at work for two and half months. Sure I'm a new mom and a new homeowner and I have an epic commute, but things are going pretty well on all those fronts. My baby has been sleeping through the night (um, like 11 hours) since he was seven weeks old. I'm keeping up just fine at work and haven't had any LIRR confrontations to speak of. And Nick is practically Mr. Mom (he made dinner last night and breakfast this morning...I know, I'm spoiled). I have nothing to complain about. And yet, here I am. Frazzled. Overextended. Overwhelmed. And desperately wanting to get away.
I used to travel all the time--for work, for cancer events, for doctor appointments, for weddings, bachelorette parties, vacations. And I loved it. I got a kick out of buying magazines and snacks, watching the bad airplane movie, renting the car, sleeping in a hotel (ordering room service and watchingRead More »from I Need a Vacation