Call me crazy

but guess who’s going to Thailand?

That’s right.  This single girl, her three-year old son and eleven month old daughter.  Let’s call it my birthday/”sorry my career didn’t work out the way I expected it to” present to myself.  I figure that if I were in a relationship I’d get a gift for both of those (and in my circle it’s also customary to give a gift on the arrival of a new child, so hey, let’s add that in, too), so why don’t I treat myself to it?  I was going to take the kids on a beach vacation, and two weeks in Thailand is actually cheaper than one in Hawaii (sort of), so I pulled the trigger and bought the tickets today.

Am I insane?  Probably, but I’m doing it anyway.

I’ve been in a total funk for the past month.  Working for an absolute terror on a deal that is hideous at best. . . finding out (unofficially) that my career is going to top out right about where I am . . . waiting for the official word that that really is the case (which will happen at 1:00 PM Thursday) and getting the details (like whether I’ll still be employed) . . . watching my daughter bond with/attach to the nanny (yes, I saved the best for last) . . . all have lent themselves to making this The BEST Summer EVER. 

In response to all this, I found myself spending hours online looking for decent airfare to – anywhere.  Anywhere I had not been, anywhere interesting, anywhere else.  I actually booked a trip to see my family in Oklahoma.  That did not fix the itch, so here we are.  I considered taking the kids to Vietnam, but now that I have two kids born in foreign countries, I didn’t want to go that route.  I’m rethinking the whole travel to the birth country concept.  I don’t want to favor one country over another, so for the time being, we’re going to travel to countries other than those particular two. 

So, that’s that, then.  I need to get started getting a visa for a little Ethiopian and a more presentable beach body for me.

July 20, 2010 Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | Thailand, travel | 19 Comments