I'Ma Coming Home

K. has been doing such a nicely exxhaustive job of documenting this summer that I haven't felt like blogging.

Tomorrow, I head home to Mississippi after 24 days away. 24 days! And guess who's not ready to come home yet?



They plan on following me in another two weeks. There are ice cream cones left to eat, apparently.

I'm not bitter at all. But my heart aches at leaving my family.



August 10th. That's not so far away, right?

It's Time To Go

I'm stepping away from routine and the store and Mississippi for the next three+ (July 1st-24th) weeks to join my family in the north. Plans: cabin, extended family, lake, coast of Maine.

I am thrilled and petrified.

In a weird way, though, I feel like I can't afford not to take this trip. I want for my children a childhood that has plenty of routine and hard work and projects but also play. If I decide that I'm so indispensable to my business that I don't come join them for a few weeks, what am I actually telling them?

I know that the store will mostly be okay. It won't be perfect, but it'll be alright. Heck, it's already not perfect, but it.will.be.good.enough.

I am very anxious about it all, though. I really, really am.

Hopefully that will melt away when I'm out of this heat (it was described as hell's breath and it's an apt description) and with my sweetie and my kids.