The daily demands of life, the run here, run there, doctor’s appointments, lessons, classes, meals and cleaning are overshadowed more and more by the fact that in just over one month I will once again be on a plane to Europe. Sigh… my happy place.
I’m having profound struggles with the siren call of TripAdvisor, other travel blogs, and guidebooks… mmmm… guidebooks. My brain is deep in Italy and Greece, not so much in Algebra these days. There is a truly impressive list of things I need to get done in this next month before we go, and it is a serious fight to get my brain there. I’m done, I’ve mentally checked out. I’m ready to travel.
I greatly prefer reading about the Medicis to ordering standardized testing for the kids. Somehow when I am registering the girls for camp, I find myself on Google Maps street view in Athens and I have no idea how it happened. It’s like magic. My computer loves me and just takes me there, and I get lost.
Usually, I plant myself in my husband’s office and hash out the schedule for the rest of the week – Instead I’m emailing him the choices of pizza- and gelato-making classes in Florence, asking if he wants to come with or just chill on his own and leave that to me?
It will all come together. It always does. I begrudgingly focus on daily needs, trying to get that out of the way as efficiently as possible. Then I return to my maps and books and online reviews and continue the plan-a-thon.