Mother's Day Change of Plans

For Mother’s Day this year I have given myself permission... Permission to change plans and not stubbornly feel I have to prove something to myself. That it’s okay to change course and drive home late last night to our own beds and rest and Daddy and puppies. It was a good choice. . . I had planned to stay two more days but had done most of the places I had planned. I had changed us to a different hotel in St. Pete thinking it would be better not to drive so much —- went from our lovely hotel to a downtown motel-type Days Inn I had already booked. This is why I do better last minute! . . I tried to convince myself that it would be okay. H could sleep on the floor. I took a shower to hopefully get clean and have a better attitude - only to look over see someone else’s hair on the shower wall and then in the sink. I’m not a germaphobe and usually would just have gotten over it, but this place made me think bed bugs. And I don’t sleep well in places that don’t feel clean - hotels should always have white comforters... Yuck. I’m a snob now. And not proud. . . Anyways, loaded up our stuff we had just unloaded, got me some good podcasts and a Coke and M&Ms to keep me awake. Daddy was waiting when we rolled in at 1:30 this morning. . . Here’s to being us. And the freedom to do what we need and tending to Mom and avoiding burnout. There are so many strong women in our lives - grandmas, aunts, greats, friends, teachers... I am a part of all that I have met!! . . Pic from our last beach excursion at Manasota Beach to find shark teeth and enjoy some waves. Florida trip signing out!