Meeska, Moosaka, get me out of here

There’s something sadly telling about the fact that I am presently camped out in the rancid waiting room of a Just Brakes service station in downtown Denver, listening to the roar of the traffic bounce off the pain in my grossly under caffeinated head yet feeling eternally grateful for a momentary pause in my otherwise frenetic week. Hmmm…. what’s wrong with this picture?

Ah, the week leading up to a vacation. Gotta love it. As usual I have over extended myself beyond belief. The N-Man is struggling to recall who his mother is and I am sprinting from one task to the next just hoping and praying I make it to next Wednesday’s flight with even a fraction of a modicum of sanity.  This week’s to do list:  A full day’s court docket, squeeze in an oil change on the way to an emergency meeting, pick up the N-man feed him, bathe him, clothe him, chase him non stop, sleep,  a three day circus of a hearing involving a dead child, 21 hours of testimony and arguing, sleep a few hours between rounds, prepare and review when I can, a horse show, holiday weekend crammed full of running here and there, four new private client meetings, two more days of jam packed dockets. Isn’t that enough? Mix in some absolutely, needless, couldn’t be timed worse, don’t really have time to give a crap right now man drama and I’m spent.  And, as of right now, I’m only 1/3 of the way through.

Somewhere back on Monday evening, while in the midst of being harassed by a pack of rabid, emotionally charged third graders, cleverly disguised as adults, I momentarily lost track of the utter delight of our impending Disney World tour, proclaiming I no longer gave a shit. By the next morning, three hours of sleep under my belt, I was at least able to give a rat’s ass. Now, however, here in my oil infested, florescently lit, make-do haven, whiling the hour or so it will take to fix my car’s brakes away, lap top, moble modem, and Starbucks in hand, I finally have time to be still and let my brain meander back to it’s happy place. A magical land of flying elephants, giant, tuxedoed mice and posses of dwarfs cruising carefree through magic palaces. I can’t get there fast enough.

My first real vacation with the N-Man. This morning he woke up, looked at me through sleepy, bewildered eyes… likely pondering, who is this woman and what is she doing here? She looks vaguely familiar… and I explained to him what light beckoned at the end of this week’s tunnel of hell.  He listened intently to my tale of woe and, as we finally got to the part were we  get on the plane and fly away into the wild blue yonder, he lept to his tiny little feet and shrieked with unbridled joy, MICKEY MOUSE! and begin to jump on the bed with all his tiny might. Forget all this suffering and strife. It’s simply a means to an end.

So, meeska, mooska, Mickey Mouse! Come on Wednesday. Get here now and take me away.