I'm having a rough day. I just want to get in my van and drive away to the mountains of Colorado and get lost in it's beauty. That's about 9 - 10 hour drive. When we moved here, I expected that I would be able to go to Colorado once in a while. I've been to Colorado once in the two years since we moved here and was seriously disappointed. I drove through the entire state north to south. I didn't see a single mountain the entire trip because the state was covered in low storm clouds.
I keep telling myself it was a sign that I need to forget about ever going to Colorado. I went there, didn't see my beautiful mountains and so I never will. Still, the idea makes me sad.
However, today I want to go. I'd even take my little kids with me, but I can't go. The older kids need to be picked up from school. There are piano lessons and scouts. There is a house to clean, homework to do, laundry to be folded, dinner to be cooked and that ever present money issue for the purchase of gas for the van.
I almost left for Colorado last night. I started down the road, when I remembered something important I had forgotten at home. I was forced to turn around and so, here I still am. Oh well.