Patience is a Virtue – But Not Mine

I've never been a very patient person. Actually that's a huge understatement – I may very well be the least patient person I know. Waiting – whether it be in a waiting room for a doctors appointment or for something I ordered online to get delivered – is not my forte.

I can't count the number of times I have left a line at a store because I just really can't handle the waiting to check out. It JUST happened last week at the outlet mall while waiting to purchase some gifts at Carter's. I'm also one of THOSE people that just randomly sets down items I decide I don't want in the wrong department of the store….there, I said it. I apologize to any of you that work in retail – I know you hate me now, ha. But it does feel good to get that off my chest!

So…waiting for this move to Pennsylvania, the closing of our current house and the title company to get their act together for the new house is so so difficult. Maybe this is just a life lesson I am supposed to learn and maybe this is something I need to experience in my life, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. In fact, I don't like it – it gives me anxiety and that annoys me.

So, in true Lindsay fashion, I planned a last minute trip to Austin next weekend to see one of my closest friends, Mona. I needed something to look forward to and something to get my mind off of waiting. I haven't seen Mona since my wedding four years ago, so a visit is LONG overdue.

She's one of my closest friends and someone who is constantly there to lend an ear to my craziness. I can't even express how grateful I am to have her in my life. She's the brunette to my blonde.

I lived in Texas for almost a year in 2009. A long story maybe I'll share in the future and another crazy split second decision I made moving from Washington state to Lubbock, Texas but one I don't regret for a second. I made lifelong friends, learned to appreciate good BBQ and had some of the most crazy fun – most of it involving my dear friend, Mona.

This visit will be much different, we are both married now, with kids, and our days of staying out until the bars close is probably long gone – but I cannot wait.

This will also be my first time away from Greyson for more than 24 hours (insert panic attack here just thinking about this!) But, I know I need this trip. As moms, we have a hard time putting ourselves first sometimes. We worry about what will happen while we are gone, if it's selfish to leave for some 'me time' – but guess what, none of that is fair to ourselves. The mom guilt pull is strong, but I'm resisting the urge to fall into the trap. We all need breaks, we all need time to find our pre-mom selves again, even just for a weekend. That doesn't have to mean the crazy nights of our pre-family days, but a new realization that 'mom' and/or 'wife' are not our only defining characteristics.

I can't wait to fill you in on my visit and all of our adventures for the weekend, but until then, I'll do my best to patiently wait for the trip and the big move.

xoxo, Lindsay

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