I am going away without my babies for the longest I have ever left them. I am crestfallen and anxious, miserable and yet a little hopeful. How does that work? I am looking forward to the obvious, time away to rejuvenate, unwind, SLEEP and just be with my sweetheart for the next 9 days. I know we will have a wonderful time.
I am worried about my babies. I know that is ridiculous since they are in the best hands possible but I cannot help feeling nervous and sick with worry. What if something happens? I won't even know since we will not be calling home regularly! What if one of the kids gets sick? Will the grandparents know which songs to sing and how to snuggle them right? Of course not but they will make it through and do just fine. Intellectually I know all of this, I know I will come home to happy well fed kids who are no worse for wear but I am scared. Nauseous and shaky and clammy and dizzy. You would think I was having surgery or something.
Honestly though, 9 days without any demands on me and answering no questions except what do I want to eat at the buffet or do I want to go in the ocean or the pool? White sand and turquoise water? HOT HOT weather? Yes, please!
I will have fun, the kids will have fun, I will have fun, the kids will have fun, I will have fun, the kids will have fun .....