I love to travel. With my job (the one I don't have anymore) it wasn't very easy to get the time to really travel much. I would squirrel away personal days so I could take 3 day weekends to go visit friends or get away with the hubby. And these little holidays always felt so rushed.
Today it dawned on me. I can go somewhere. Given, I'll have an adorable leach stuck to my hip. But I can GO somewhere. I'm sure Morgan would be happy to catch up on some much needed sleep without our 3am grunter next to the bed. And yes, my car will be overloaded with 500 tons of baby crap because "I Might Need It!" But I can GOooOoo somewhere.
I has the itch. Think he'll cooperate?