Before we had kids, I was never going to be That Mom. That mom who never wanted to leave her kids. That mom who got teary eyed before trips and spent all her free time either 1) talking about her kids or 2) checking in on her kids.
But…guess, what? I kinda am.
I’ll be leaving the kiddos for a week later this month for a combination persona and business trip. Prior to this, the longest I’ve been away from the kids is 3 days.
I know they’ll be in great hands (the Hubs & my parents- hello!) and I know that both trips are going to be great- but man, I’m dreading being gone. Growing up, my parents always took yearly trips away from us kids. Even if they went to the next town over and stayed in a nice hotel for a night or two, they always made their relationship a priority. And I agree with that completely but now that the time is getting closer I’m getting itchy.
Scorch will roll with this well, but Bean? Bean’s not even 3 year and she’s very attached to us. Frankly, she’s going to be mad as hell that we left and I know we’re going to pay for this dearly. But I’m going…I’m going to worry and fret until it’s time to go, then I’m going to enjoy every minute while I’m gone and, finally, I’m going to love up those kids like crazy when I get home.