Huh. Maybe I should figure out childcare.
400 texts and calls later – childcare booked!
I’m leaving in a few days. I need to stop yelling at my kids so they think of me as a loving and wonderful mom.
I’m leaving in 24 hours! I really need to stop yelling at my kids so they think of me as a wonderful and loving mom.
Oh screw it, they know I have a good track record.
After typing out mountains of instructions with pick ups and drop offs and allergies and back up plans… why on earth did I decide to go away?!! Not worth it.
13 year old says something so sweet and heartwarming to me before I leave… “Mom, I know you’re going away to have fun with your friends and be young again but don’t forget that you have kids and buy us gifts.” Noted.
Morning of flight: I feel guilty! How can I leave my precious children? One suddenly has a sore throat. Another has a headache. Another is crying. Not sure why. I should investigate. Their cheeks are so soft and adorable. These are the times to remember. Life is going by too fast. How can I leave them? They will be just a little older when I return.
Omg. It’s only 2 days woman. Pull yourself together.
At airport. Texting schedule changes to all involved parties. I want to go away but I don’t want to go. I can’t go. I’m so exited to go. I guess I’m going.