Free Falling

What a great three day weekend, doing absolutely nothing.  I mean nothing.  The weather nor my state of help did much to encourage otherwise, but besides the gym and Starbucks I gave most of myself to my bed.  I did chill with my favorite baby boy for bit Friday afternoon,  got 16 miles on the treadmill, put some words on paper, and bought a ticket to Ireland so I wouldn't say the days were wasted by any means.  Maybe not nothing, but being home for such long periods of time created a feeling of little accomplishment.  Oh, how I appreciated it either way.  There is something comforting in little responsibility, or just doing as you please.


My ticket to Ireland is bought and paid for.  Once again, I will be returning to the land of never-ending green.  I don't have all the wrinkles ironed out yet, and knowing Jeremy and I that won't happen until we're moseying along.  I'll be gone for three weeks, and I'm going to enjoy it for the adventure it is gosh darn it.  In addition to Ireland, Scotland and the Netherlands are on the itinerary as well;  I'm trying to work Italy back in there too.  With or without the Mediterranean, I'm planning on it being a romping good time. 
The school year is almost over, and I am in need of a break.  Already? whoever reads this is thinking...I'm just in need of a break from preschool.  Which leads me to a job interview on the schedule for next week.  If I make it after throwing myself from a plane this Saturday.  Whatever I was thinking when I signed on to do that I'm still wondering but it all makes for an exciting blog the next time around.