Escaping The Children And Regaining My Sanity

I love my children. I really do. They are intelligent, kind, caring, funny, and creative individuals. But let's face it, summer vacation is a long time and they're driving me crazy. Last Thursday night, the last straw for me was an argument over what the last argument they had was about.

My hand to God, they were arguing about arguing.

Stop. The. Madness.

Side note: The last argument was about who 'had' to run with me so I wouldn't freak out about the possibility of getting molested by zombies or other wildlife that live in the cornfields by my house if I were to run alone.

I'm so proud.

No. Not really.

So, I had a choice: either escape them for a couple of hours or yell something at them that I knew I'd regret.

I went with option A.

Upon my escape, I grabbed my unsuspecting husband, tossed him in the car, and took off for parts unknown.

He totally dug it.

We ended up on Purdue's campus, on the top floor of a parking garage, munching some fro yo (AKA frozen yogurt, AKA my newest food obsession), and watching the sunset.

We kicked back on the Honda's bumper and watched as the sky changed from blue to pink to purple.

It was purty.

After taking ninety minutes to eat some chocolate peanut butter twist fro yo with my beloved and watch the sky change colors, I was a new woman.

Yep, I returned a much calmer, more patient woman.

With pretty boss looking photos.

And a small dribble of chocolate peanut butter twist fro yo on my shirt.

Sigh. Pin It Now!