I’m very much a homebody. This is good since I work from home. But every once in a while, I get that claustrophobic feeling and need to get out. That happened Saturday, when I had an almost complete emotional breakdown, insisting over and over again I needed to get out of my house. I couldn’t take these four walls anymore. (Not sure where that expression comes from, actually. My house has a lot more than four walls. As do most people’s. I guess for many, there are four main exterior walls. But if you’re talking about being inside, staring at the same four walls…well, I can see more than four just from my couch. But I digress.)

I placed an urgent call to my stepmom to see if they were doing anything fun we could crash, and they were working on one of the houses. (They have two since they went Brady Bunch last November.) Since it needs some electrical tweaking, we headed off to visit. The kids played, our husbands tweaked, and Ma and I drank coffee and caught up. It was a good day.

At one point, I did have my notebook out so I could jot down a thought before I forgot it, and Hurricane WeeBS had a monkey see/monkey do moment. Pen, paper and a coffee mug…she’s just like me, only really short. Does a big sister proud.

And yesterday, the Tall Kid had to interview me for an economics project. We talked a little about how hard it can be to be disciplined when there’s nobody looking over your shoulder waving a time card. And we talked about how my stresses may differ from another person’s stresses and more.

But a conversation I had with Ma on Saturday and a few questions at the end of the interview yesterday reminded me of one awesome fact—every day I get to be what I wanted to be when I grew up.

So…I’m off to do just that. Happy Monday, everybody!