Hello November

November is here, but not yet in full swing.

My home normally gets very cold and snowy, but so far temps are still mild and as I look out the nearest window at work I can still see trees with leaves of every color in the autumnal rainbow. Brown, tan, green, yellow, orange, red. Not the bright hues that were so prevalent a few weeks ago, but a more muted and sedated palate. Almost as if the trees themselves know that they should have shed their leaves weeks ago, but hung on to them anyway. As though they too are just not ready for winter to come howling in as it typically does.

This year is the first time that I REALLY have felt a longing to move away to somewhere warm. I found a wonderful little home in Honduras. Right on the beach. 2 bedrooms for when the kids come to visit. I can dream.

Weekend with the kids is coming up, and that always fills me with excitement and disappointment. We do have fun with the kids when they come (normally) but there is so much bickering. I also hate that they come in and ruin the quiet cozy little life R and I have created. I like laying in bed talking and doing nothing on a Saturday morning. I enjoy going out dancing and coming home at 2 am. I like being able to just relax and do nothing if we choose, or go out and run errands all day without anyone saying “I’m bored” “This sucks” “Can I have X” “I’m hungry for Y”

But that was part of the package deal I married. I married him knowing what came with him. I got a readymade family. I got added responsibilities. I got $$ drains. A lies every chance she gets, N is disrespectful and rude, but M…M makes it all worthwhile.

M wears her heart on her sleeve. She is kind and generous. She is not the brightest bulb, and she forgets nearly everything, but she sees the best in people and really cares about how she makes people feel.  I’d have 10 of her if I could.

So I want to run away with R. M can visit. How bad would that be really?