Getting My Mojo Back


April 25, 2012 by Marj Hatzell

Since August of last year, I feel like I’ve lost my mojo. My writing mojo.

You know, the FUNNAY.

I’ve read and reread blog posts from DG and CDL (the blog I never update) and, well, I used to be funny. I loved what I read. These days? I kinda feel like I”m going through the motions. Like I’m just doing it to do it. Not because I enjoy it.

I wanna get my mojo back.

I know, I know. Roller Coaster Ride. Up and down, etc, etc. The past eight months have been one major stressful event after another. I could barely breathe, I was so weary. And that’s what this weekend was all about.

Getting me back. And getting us back. The Guy I Live With and Me.

I think we accomplished it. I came home well-rested, relaxed and calm. I had massages scheduled THE SECOND we got to our secret beach location. I mean, the second we got there. Checked in to our spa B&B, went to our room, COUPLES MASSAGE!  WOOO! Then we sat in the hottub. OH YES WE DID.

The Guy I Live With and I had a nice, calm, relaxing four days out of town. We ate and slept ourselves silly, of course, which is exactly what we set out to do. We got to have ACTUAL UNINTERRUPTED CONVERSATIONS. I know, right?  Truly amazing.

We visited things we couldn’t visit with the kids. Like lighthouses with 191 steps!  And took a little cruise on a catamaran. And the captain called me ORANGE HAIR.

We had nice dinners and pleasant walks on the beach.  It wasn’t terribly crowded so it was nice and peaceful. And quiet and stuff. You know, except for the FIGHTER JETS going overhead. All hours of the day and night. I sh*t you not. Turns out the Naval Air Base? Half mile from our B&B! WOOO! GO US!  We picked a town with constant jet noise!

The third day we headed inland. Three inches of rain expected (and we sure did get it) we were thinking the beach was gonna be a drag. For some reason. Anywho, we went to Colonial Williamsburg and had a blast. Six hours of trudging around in the pouring, fifty-degree deluge. And right at the end, walking back to the shuttle to get our car? The umbrella broke. As the heavens opened up and dumped on us more. By the time we got back to the Visitors’ Center we were absofmurfly drenched. But fear not, as we dried off and perused the gift shop (because coming home without something for Bug Boy is akin to torture) we were treated to a dulcimer demonstration. It was lovely to shop for plastic Revolutionary Army men and books about the revolution while listening to sounds of…


Yep. Canon in D. There is just no escape. And you know what? It’s always when I’m already in a pissy mood and soaked to my underpants from walking around in a downpour in fifty-degree weather. Funny how that works.

I took a HOT bath in this bad boy right here!

We checked into our B&B that night (new one), dried off (I took a bath in the awesome soaking tub in our room. IN OUR ROOM. Right in the middle of it!), hit an art museum and then went out to dinner. Again! CONVERSATIONS. I mean, can you believe this? We’re gonna get spoiled with this adult-interaction-without-interference stuffs.

Dinner. At a college pub. We’re all fancy-like.

I ordered a kick-arse hard cider. And let’s just say the Waiter made up for the flood when he ASKED FOR MY ID. OH YES HE DID, PEOPLE. And! There’s more! He said I didn’t look a day over 25!  Which means he was smoking crack or needed glasses or fishing for a giant tip but hey!  It’s the thought that counts right?

I can’t make this shiz up.

Anywho. We arrived safely home Monday, the boys were happy to see us (well, Bugaboo ignored me for a few hours but then he came around) and we’re settling back into our routines, slowly but surely. And I do feel better.

Much better.

Like, two months ago? Let’s just say I wasn’t in a very healthy place emotionally or mentally. Constant sleep deprivation will do that to you. But now? I feel relieved. Less weary. Happier. Calmer. Ready to face it all.

I love how just a few hours of peace can recharge my batteries.

Imagine what a week could do (AS IF)!

And while I’m still not feeling FUNNAY or like I’ve totally got my Mojo?

At least I’m not putting my underwear on backwards and shirts on inside out and going out in public. This time. Not like I’ve done that or anything. OK FINE, I TOTALLY HAVE.




11 thoughts on “Getting My Mojo Back

  1. Flannery says:

    Can I say “fuck you and your fancy-pants trip with no kids!”??

    No, guess not. That’s not nice.

    Ok, so I’ll say that it’s awesome you got a few days away and got to relax and energize. We haven’t had a night way from the boy in his entire life, almost 7 years. Geez, we need to get some friends, seriously.

    Hey, why were there no food pictures? We need food pictures.

    Also, how was Williamsburg? I mean, was it worth the schlep??

    • You may say whatever you’d like. I’m cool like that. My family does the hard work for me. They’re crazy like that. Also, they know I was going off the deep end. The waaaaay deep end. Not pretty.

      Food pics? Damn. Knew I forgot something. But the Turkish place rocked. Shoulda taken pics of that!

      Williamsburg was fun. Educational, pretty neat. We want to take the boys back. Except I’ll spend most of the time at a hotel with Bugaboo swimming while DH takes the Boy to the sites.

  2. Bec Oakley says:

    You look so happy in that pic! Well you somehow always manage to look happy, but you look relaaaaaxed. So great. Isn’t it awful how far we push ourselves before pulling the ripcord?

    And by the way, from this side of the electrons you never lost your funnay. Even when life was sucking so hard for you, you still saw the insanity of it all and your posts have been awesome to read.

  3. Jeff says:

    What you talkin’ bout fool?! You ain’t never lost your mojo!

    This Williamsburg thing makes me wonder though. Maybe I should take Mama Bear to Williamsburg instead of to the rednecky gun show for our tenth wedding anniversary. We don’t even like guns…darn you Goddess Domesticus! You always get me thinking…

  4. Meg says:

    So glad you had a wonderful trip! I must say — I went to college in Williamsburg, and it rains all. the. time. Sunny days there are gorgeous, but they surely are few and far between. Despite the weather, it really is a fun place and I’m happy you guys enjoyed it!

  5. Patty says:

    Wow, that sounds divinely wonderful. I cannot even imagine. Must make a goal to get away with my husband. I think it could make all the difference to our relationship. Glad you had such a great time!

  6. That’s a cunning answer to a challenging question

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