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Just a Simple Day on the Beach

What I wouldn't do for a day on some exotic beach somewhere. Ahhh, to lay on a hammock, drinking some exotic drink (non-alcoholic, of course), underneath a palm tree, with a balmy breeze lulling me to sleep....sweet surrender! Smelling the sweet, salty air. I'll even settle for Myrtle Beach these days. As long as it's warm, beachy and they're selling exotic drinks. Hey, I'd be happy.
Some of you may be old enough to remember those Calgon commercials...where the woman is having a crazy day with the kids, her husband, work, and the house...and after everything has culminated a storm, she yells out, "Calgon, take me away!" Hoping that this soak in the tub would make it all better. Well, the beach would be my Calgon. Except that I have an incredible husband who helps me tons and two boys who are amazing kids. No, I am not living on Mars. This is my real life. But it does get super nutty and there are days that seem like they are not about to end. There is the laundry, the dishes, homework, laundry, dinner, work, bathrooms to clean, and did I mention laundry. There are fights between young siblings I have to ref...a hundred times in an hour. There are those mid-week meetings that are always great once you get there but the rushing before hand can give anyone a headache. My life is similar to a million and one women in my world, yet sometimes it can get really lonely. I become easily exasperated and challenged, then it gets ugly. I become fatigued,overwhelmed, anxious and down right unbearable...just ask Joe. During days when I am running around like a chicken without it's head it seems like the sun setting couldn't come fast enough. Chocolate doesn't help and if chocolate doesn't help, then you know that's pretty bad. You know you look tired when your mom who comes to visit tells you, "Ruthy, you look so tired."your Abuela says, "mamita, te ves cansadita." and your husband says, "hon, go brush your hair and put some makeup on, you look tired." All in the same 5 minutes. Helllooooo, I AM TIRED!(I didn't actually say this, at least not as loud as I wrote it.)
I can't have the beach right now(but I will in June, woot! And I am taking my husband away for a night at some beach hotel just the two of us while wela and grandpa babysit for the night...did I say WOOT!!). Since I can't have the beach and the balmy breeze and that drink I mentioned a couple of times, my retreat is sitting back, taking a deep breath and counting the many people and things I have been so blessed with. I can write and play and relax(usually after 8pm). I can grab a cup of tea and one of those Bourbon Pecan Cookies a very wise friend gifted to me and simply, relax. I can relax in my home, on the couch with my loved ones safe and sound slumbering sweetly in nearby rooms. I can sit in the dark on the back porch talking softly to my hottie husband about everything and about nothing. Listening to the peepers sing their song. I can talk to God about those things I dream about and those things that weigh heavy upon my heart. I don't need a beach to take all of his goodness to me in. All I need is Him and them(my men) to make me peaceful and happy!
I look forward to June but until then I will bask in His goodness toward me. His goodness and favor toward me is my Calgon...Ahhhh, now that's what I'm talkin' about! Thank You, Father!

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