I'm going to die here.
It's been a day. It's been a year. It's been a lifetime... I was stuck; Sticky situation, sticky floors, sticky relationship... "I gotta get outta here." I called the doctor, I called the shrink, I called the lady with the alligator purse. Then I called my mom. "Mama, I can't get out of bed. I need to get out of bed. I'm going to die here." "Do you want to spend a week in Hawaii?" she asked. "I don't like the heat... I don't like sharks..." I had never flown across the ocean. I will watch the kids..." she added... "Sold!" I hopped on a plane so excited to catch a break. A break from the years of caring for my beautiful, but very needy children. A break from the rigorous pill schedule of my beloved geriatric pup. I would have zero responsibilies for 8 days... seemingly endless freedom! I stepped off of the plane. The humidity surrounded me like a warm blanket. I made my way down the escalator to be greete