Warning: Sometimes You Need a Break

This year has been both one of the best and worst of my life. Without going into too much detail, it's been a roller coaster. I'm sure many of you can sympathize and so I'm preaching to the choir when I say that sometimes you just need a DAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN break. That's right, I yelled 'damn' exactly how you read it, Eddie Murphy style. So when I felt like my symbolic tea kettle was about to overflow, I shut the burner off and let that water settle down. I'm not doing any one any favors if I'm too run down to be a good mother, too run down to produce the best pieces of furniture I can, too run down to write coherent blogs, too run down to be a good sibling, daughter, friend, etc. I'm no good to anyone if I'm in a "buzz off" coma because I took on too much, or was too many things to too many people. 

So, with a mountain of work on my to-do list like a business to run, groceries to buy and dinners to cook, a home to clean, and a kid to bathe (sorry Vale, but you stink) I went to the beach. My sister was in town and instead of doing anything I was supposed to do we went to the mother freakin' beach. I got sand everywhere, I played with the kids, I drank a beer. It was magical, and it was what I needed to get my kettle bubblin' just right. Don't make that last sentence weird. 

The best part about going with my sister was that we actually got to have adult conversation that centered mostly around gossip (blah, blah, Kylie Jenner's face, blah blah) and not about anything serious. You know what's serious? Taking a break that is actually a break. You know when you need one, and you only get one life, which is fleeting at best, so drink the beer, eat the tacos, and take the breaks. All of the stuff I have to do will still be waiting for me but I'll be ready and happy to handle it, instead of mean mugging every person who dares to breathe in my general direction. 

I'd also like to add that I'm the luckiest mother/aunt in the world. Our kids just wanted to throw sand at people, chase birds, eat trash, and get their diapers filled up with beach stuff. And that's pretty awesome. 

Someday soon you'll get to read about furniture like you did in the olden days (last week). 

xoxo ​Gossip Girl