I love my job (so much so I started a new blog about it). But I do struggle mightily with work/life balance. Part of it's the nature of my industry. There's just no down time when you're a journalist. I used to joke that the only "vacation" time I took during my first few years in radio was a week or two to push out a baby. Seriously... when I was in labor with Olivia my news director called the hospital to ask about a script for a story. I finally got him off the phone with the lame excuse that the doctor had just walked in and I "need to push now!".
In recent years we've gotten better about taking time to kick back and relax as a family; but we've never taken a Spring Break trip. Faced with the reality that this might be our last chance (Miranda heads off to college in 2013), we dug out the swimsuits, packed the cars with a bunch of friends and headed to the beach last week.
It was a much-needed Necessary Pleasure!
We stayed in a fabulous house in San Destin. It was equal parts Desperate Housewives (white picket fences, brightly colored houses with expansive porches) and Friends.
|Yes... a house full of tween & teen girls!|
|Our resident photographer, Miranda|
|Jerry (of jclyde.com fame) and our honorary munchkin|
|J & I ... can you tell we're enjoying ourselves?|
We played mini-golf...
and Bumper Boats (note to self: white shirt not a great idea for water sports unless you're 19 and it's Daytona Beach)
and generally goofed around all week.
|What the heck?!?|
I also managed to read a really good book about polygamy and the LDS church. A whole book. In one week. Without a call from a needy editor or a stressed staff.