Without going into a ton of detail, today was another tough day. (The summary involves an argument with my husband, vomit from both kids, and baby poop, enough to need to call housekeeping, on less than 4 hours of sleep. Not pretty. Although I honestly handled it better than I would have expected this time last week.) When we were planning this adventure, one of the things I reiterated to Dan repeatedly was, “The only way I can imagine myself doing this is if I think of it as a 1-2 year European vacation.” The thought of “moving” to Europe was too much for me, but the thought of visiting for extended period sounded pretty good.
I’m going back to that way of thinking. I think it’s the only way I’m going to make it through this. So, the laundry may not get done in a timely fashion, I may not use my free minutes during the day to get things done which need to be done and I make absolutely no promises on how neatly my house will be kept. I will accept that I’m not going to “learn” to truly speak German (although I promise to try my best). I’m going to go out, walk around, play with my kids, see the sights, drink coffee, eat ice cream and maybe even send some post cards. If the opportunity presents itself, I’m going to sleep in, too.
I’m on vacation.