cure for what ails ya...

i think i caught the back-to-school malaise. maybe it's a real illness from all those errant, exotic germs my 1st grader hauled home on his backpack and grimy water bottle, but i'm just so emotionally drained this week. i remember the friday night after robby's first week of kindergarten last year, i just cried and cried and cried. i let loose and wailed. thought it was just hormones (preggo with the littlest at the time) but now i just know that routine change is a real booger.
so on friday after the threesome's bedtime, i took off for a walk and ended up in the back of our neighborhood (nothing like our box-house, stripped down suburban sameness... it's thick pine interspersed with farms and horses, reminds me of where i went to camp in middle school.) anyhow, what a respite. i got to fantasizing. (hoodlum hubby started salivating when i told him this, but, poor guy, we fantasize a bit differently!) i really want to live somewhere beautiful. and less inhabited. and out of the blacktop barrage. maybe with the kids in college we can get a place in the N.C. mtns. or heck, montana. whenever i go nuts over scenery in movies, it's ALWAYS filmed in montana. except today -- PBS travel special the oldest flipped to. new fantasy! i want to go http://www.fairmont.com/lakelouise/ it doesn't have to be this particular resort, but it has to be really nearby. i am already counting down. for now, i'd settle for someone turning down my bed and leaving a tasty chocolate mint.