I’ve kinda got the Monday blues…
Got home from a lovely weekend road trip last night. I’m definitely happy to be home – my favorite place on earth -but it’s bittersweet, because so many happy memories were made. With me on the journey: my teenage daughter and her two best friends, and the mom of one of those friends. And she’s a delightful person, so it wasn’t the kind of social thing where I felt dread about it for days.
That’s unusual for me. I’m a warm, loving person for the most part – but I am a deeply private, introverted person who values my solitude almost above all else. I sometimes fear I have it in me to become completely agoraphobic like my Busha who emigrated from Poland to the USA in the 1930s. One day she went into her bedroom and just never came out again…
Uh, sorry about that dreadful sidetrack.
Anyway, this was different – I’ve been looking forward to this road trip for months, and it was wonderful.
The weather was perfect – sunny and clear – the girls were happy and excited and chatty – and the other mama and I, while having very different lives and backgrounds, get along beautifully and really enjoy deep conversations together. So I was in very high spirits all weekend!
Always the 1st stop on a true Texas road trip!
I had a barbecue sausage sandwich with pickles and onions there for lunch. NOM NOM NOM.
We arrived in Fort Worth in plenty of time for check-in, and the girls were ecstatic to get a room with two queen beds all to themselves. The rest of the afternoon and evening were spent attending a K-Pop concert, and maybe you won’t believe me when I say this, but I had the time of my life!
I’m going to write all about that separately some other time. It was an unforgettable experience.
On our way back home on Sunday, we stopped in Ennis, Texas for their famous Czech Kolaches. They were freshly made and still warm – and we all ate til we groaned.
Mild sausage and cheese FTW. If you have a sweet-tooth, get the raspberry cream cheese.
We got home safe and sound by dusk on Sunday. And I even made a “ladies’ day” date with E, the mom I roomed with for this trip. I’ve known her since her daughter and mine were in kindergarten (they are 15 now!), and she’s one of those very rare human beings I adored and connected with on sight.*
But for now, it’s time for me to rest and recover. It will take a few days at a minimum, if my past experience is any indication. All of that driving and eating and waiting and walking and standing for hours at the concert did take a toll on my body. My RA† is pissed off and flaring like mad – so I’m just going to take it easy this week!‡
FWIW: Yes, it was worth it. So, so worth it!
*She and her husband emigrated from Romania to the USA only a couple of years before she had her daughter the same year I had mine. I’m still blown away to realize that when I met her, she had only recently learned English – she was a bit shy because of it at first, but we connected very easily anyway. She’s just a wonderful human being and I adore her and her amazing daughter!
†Get out the tiny violins, y’all – I’ve got a wicked progressive form of Rheumatoid Arthritis I might grumble about here on occasion (I’ve already had two total hip replacements, long courses of steroid treatments, plus three-hour IV infusions of a powerful biologic medication – and I am SO thankful for it – every 6 weeks) along with an autoimmune lung disease you’ve probably never heard of. However, I really prefer not to dwell on it, so illness-related stuff should be minimal.
‡I’ve learned from brutal hard experience that if I do something that takes more than minimal energy, there will be hell to pay. I’m used to it now and always plan around it – so you can put the violins away!