It’s been a while since I’ve written. Lots of reasons (ahem, excuses)… Mainly my lack of confidence.  I feel like I can’t write unless there is some grand purpose and meaning behind what I’m saying.  But, I’ve missed it.  I’ve found that writing is therapeutic for me and helps me work through whatever is going on in my life.  I think it’s because I’m a verbal processor and writing is cheaper than therapy.

I like to talk through whatever is on my mind. My poor husband… I ramble on and on and expect him to keep up.  He has learned to listen and occasionally ask a question to help me process, which is all very sweet since he is an internal processor.  Talking about something at lengthy is not his preferred way to spend time.

Lately, I’ve been talking his ear off about suitcases for our upcoming trip.  Carry on or check bags?  What size suitcase?  Soft or hard side? Matching or let the girls chose their own?  You get the idea. He’s had to listen to all these debates and more.  This is the man who is a travel warrior– on the road half the year and only takes a carry on no matter where he is going or how long thr trip is. He hates to check a bag and despises when me and the girls do so.  I think I wore him down with all my jabber because he agreed that we can check our bags!! I don’t have to put 3 weeks of travel (plus a wedding) in a carry on! Such relief!  I can breathe.

But wait… What tote should I bring?

My poor husband…maybe it’s time to go to therapy!!!