When Ya Gotta Go, Ya Gotta Go

I'm headed out of town again today. This time all for ME. I'm going with a friend up to Fresno to attend Time Out for Women, and it will be extra fabulous because we will be the guests of Hilary Weeks, which means we get to sit right up front with her and the other presenters and have lunch with all of them in between sessions. We were hoping that NieNie would be one of the speakers, but she's not on the circuit yet, I guess. Maybe next time.

Still, Time Out for Women, which is an all day event for women put on by Deseret Book, featuring well-loved speakers, writers, and performers, is always an amazing experience. Such a battery-charger. I could really use that.

Like mothers everywhere, I spend the majority of my time, and mental and emotional energy on others--mostly my children. Taking care of me is always in my radar, because I know how important it is for my vessel to be full, but even knowing that doesn't mean it happens like it should. And, to be honest, even when I make the effort, I am often interrupted or distracted.

So, to get ready to head out of town for two days, I've been busy at home making sure I won't really be missed. Preparing a schedule for everyone to follow so people know where they have to be (Lyndsay and Dylan are working at a wedding open house tonight, and Lyns takes the ACT in the morning), a meal plan (so the family doesn't just eat Doritos and gummy worms all weekend)--including doing some baking (chocolate zucchini bread from OurBestBites.com), and making a chore chart (so that things get done around here and I don't come home to a disaster). Everything will be fine. All my lists and schedules are posted to the fridge. Adam does a terrific job, willingly taking over so that I can have this treat.

I'll get all the kids fed and off to school, and then, it's MY time!