Tuck: "So, Mama, when are you guys leaving?"
My parents weren't far behind him asking exactly when we were going to skedaddle for our "big kid" trip. Chris and I planned a getaway during the time we were visting in Massachusetts. The kids and the grandparents could take care of each other...Mags being in charge, of course. Chris and I were going to run away for the first time in a LONG TIME. Alone. Chris' aunt kindly offered up her beautiful beach condo in Florida (THANKS, AUNT SUE!) and we were sold. With the surgery only two weeks ago, laying around at the beach in the warmth sounded heavenly.
Just one thing....I had to get past myself and the list of silly questions racing through my post-surgical brain. What if the kids missed me? We've never been away from them this long. What if they misbehave for my parents? What if Mags has a nightmare? What if Mags gets into my mom's good make-up? What if my Dad cuts his leg open running up a slide? (Wait, that one has already been covered) What if...what if...what if....
And then I snapped myself out of it. My parents and our kids are peas in a pod. They had big plans...and they all were looking forward to THEIR TIME together! Time away is good for all of us. It will replenish my supply of patience and I will have time to finish up my recovery. My husband and I are looking forward to eating hot food and talking about something....anything really....besides what needs to go on the grocery list or where exactly that urine smell is coming from in the bathroom. The romance is HOT in our house.
We arrived in Florida yesterday after a long day of travel, settled in the condo and got some food. After dinner we called the kids on Face Time to say good night. All my worries melted away as soon as I saw their faces. It was obvious they were all going to be just fine.
Especially with Mags at the helm.