I really wish I was still in the mountains. We drove up there on Friday afternoon/evening. I went and took Morgan out of school an hour early, mostly to make it easier on her father when he picked up Bailey. See, we decided to just not tell any of the kids that I was doing this. It did make it easier for all involved. The look on her face, when I told her why I’d come to get her early? Priceless.

It was a five hour drive; through: rain, sleet, hail, snow and a pretty impressive thunder and lightening storm. Oh and the fog was insane. I tend to have issues on mountain passes. However as we climbed up to the major one we had to drive over, it was so foggy, I couldn’t see over the edge of the mountains. It made it easy to pretend I was just driving on any random highway.The roads were just wet, so it wasn’t ever a problem. I just had to drive slower than I normally would have. It was only a four hour drive home.

Morgan talked pretty much the entire way up there, which was no different than any other waking second of her life.

It was interesting, but the farther I drove, the more relaxed I got, despite the insane weather. I am pretty sure I needed this trip as much as my girl did. Maybe more. We had fun, drove around the entire town (Which only has two major intersections. Major being, one three way stop sign and one four way stop sign.) and saw a ton of the outer areas as well. It’s a ski resort town and we were staying in a family members vacation home. Their vacation home? I could fit my house into it twice. It was gorgeous. Breathtaking views, out of every single window. There was a hot tub on the deck, where we spent a bunch of time.

We played a cut throat game of Monopoly, where I realized that my kid cheats as much as I do. I finally let her win, not because she or I cared who won, but just to end the game already. We played for two hours on Friday night and by hour three of the same game on Saturday, I was just over it.

We ate out. I let her have more candy and treats in three days than she normally has in two weeks. We sat in the hot tub and talked for hours. She told me silly jokes and I told her silly stories about when she was a crazy toddler. We discussed the reality that is our life. The fact that her dad and I aren’t getting back together. Which sucked. That conversation just sucked. I’ll just leave it at that. We took turns reading a book I’d downloaded onto my Kindle. One she’d been wanting to read. We took six walks. We met tons of nice people.

Everyone we came across was friendly. Too friendly. I only say that, because I could seriously see the draw of living up there. Which scares me a little. I am the last person who could ever make it in a town of 2,000 people. I am the last person who could survive 7-8 months of winter. After this past weekend? I can see the draw. I can see how it would be a great place to raise my kids. I have mentioned I’m crazy, right? I mean, there is no Starbucks in that town. Or a Target within 200 miles. Or any single fast food restaurant. None. At all. I’d have to learn to cook to live there.

I’m not ready to be home. I didn’t honestly want to come home yet. I have tons of things planned this summer, which is a good thing. Because I, like my daughter, don’t really like the reality that is my life right now. All I can do though, is keep making baby steps and moving forward. I’m finding that weekends spent elsewhere, tend to help with this.

And that’s what I know. Well that and the fact that I didn’t sleep well the entire time (Hard beds. impressive lightening storms at 3am. Sleeping with a snoring child.) and my brain is still on vacation. Which is why it took me until 11am to remember that neither of my best friends were going to be working, or online today. Also why I went to put gas in my car this morning and parked on the wrong side. Which is awesome, considering I’ve owned this car for nearly five years now.

My brainz? They are still on a mountain somewhere.