Facing our addictions

I've decided that it's time to face my addiction and get it out in the open.

It's a secret I've carried for so long and I'm tired of the burden it's casting on my soul.

I want to feel liberated from the secret that I've been carrying. But I do also want to say that it's all my husband's fault. He too is the problem and he assists me in making bad decisions.

It's traveling.

That's right -- I've come to realization that Paul and I are addicted to traveling. I didn't come by this diagnosis easily. In fact, it took another family member to bring it to my attention.

I asked Cris yesterday if he could watch the house if we choose to leave this next weekend (even though we know it's really a dumb idea to go anywhere right now because we are so behind in our work). He said that even though it did sound like a "crazy idea", travelling is what satisfies our need to go and do things.

Wow.....he's right.

So last night as we once again began the discussion "we need to go somewhere", we decided that maybe we can take a couple of days off and take a road trip to Waco, Dallas, or somewhere else reasonably close.

But then Paul (the perpetuator of my addiction), says "hey when does Continental post those last minute flights? Maybe we can take a random trip somewhere we've wanted to go". Oh yeah......great idea!

Okay, so now we are sitting with baited breath waiting for Continental to post their flights to answer the magical question:

"Should we go or should we stay?"

If we go --- I'm going to be one busy little girl this week trying to get all my chores done so I can "satisfy my addiction" for a couple of days.

P.S. stay tuned -- you know you're not gonna want to miss the next post!