I Could Use a Break

I've been working three jobs for a while now. I'm lousy with time, but I know I've been doing it for over a year. There hasn't been one week that I can think of that I didn't have to work at at least one job. Even the week of Christmas, I worked. For me, a break is when I only have to work one job during the week.

You know what? I'd like a vacation.

I realize that I don't work REAL jobs. Teaching homeschool to the nieces, babysitting for the neighbor's 13 year old grandson, working floorset for a clothing store once or twice a month, I know they all don't count in the real world, where I'm nothing but a worthless, slacking loser. But for me, they count. And I want a break from them.

I'd like a break from some of the household chores, too, the grocery shopping and cooking and such.

Is it wrong that I want to take a solo vacation? To just go somewhere for a week (hell, I'll even take three days), have no obligations, not have to go anywhere. I could just sit in a room somewhere and write all day.

I sound like a wife and mother. Sometimes I feel like one, only I'm a single mother and my two kids are older than me. I'd like to leave them on their own for a week, let them fend for themselves, then come back and see who's still alive.

I'm working on it. I'm saving up the money so I can run away for a few days.

I need the break.