As it turns out, working 12-16 hour days for 3 months straight is bad for my attitude.  So, now that we have crested mid-season, I decided it was necessary to briefly hang up the electronics and see if I could find my real self.  Even if it was for just a few hours here and there.   I took an afternoon down the river with the ladies for Niki’s bachelorette party (of course shenanigans occurred til the wee hours of the next day), I took an hour on the beach with my babe, the kid, and the dogs (Ollie is learning how to swim this year, she’s still afraid of the water though), and took an hour to have a little fun with some new babies.  Puppy breath always bring me back to my happy place.

I am now refreshed, with a spring in my step, a slightly larger smile, and considerably breezier attitude!  So, bring on the remaining half a page of “should have done yesterday”, mass shipping, and two more months of serious heavy-season!  I suppose I could also look at perhaps doing the laundry and cleaning the house, too.  I suppose . . .