Every once in a while, when I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed, I take my chicks and play hooky. And it may be wrong, but it always turns out to be the best freakin time! This time we went to Mattituck. I just love it out there. And as always, it was the best time. They drank cider, I drank sangria, we picked pumpkins and went apple picking, in our pajamas. Sometimes you just need a few days to focus on what is truly important and how blessed you really are. Like I said, the best time!
