Have you ever been so excited you started fidgeting just a little bit? And then felt silly because the thing you’re all excited about is still a month away and so now you’re all fidgety for no reason? But you’re still so excited you don’t care as much as you should?
And thus ends my tribute to the hard-working question mark.
The reason I’m so excited is because Wes and I are packing up the baby and some clothes and heading out for a family vacation next week. Man sakes alive, it’ll be a good time. Ping pong (I am a ping pong ninja), reading outside in comfy chairs while soaking up sorely-needed sunshine, swimming, eating, and relaxing. It’s going to be legen-wait for it-dary.
And then, AND THEN, we leave next month to go to Victoria. Just the two of us. As in, Aidan gets to hang out with his grandparents all weekend while Wes and I escape. Things I am looking forward to most about the first vacation I’ve taken with just my husband in over three years:
- Eating meals for three days in a row without anyone screaming at me/demanding things from me.
- Sleeping in every morning.
- Being able to pay attention to my husband without also paying attention to a busy toddler.
Things I’m dreading just a little:
- How much I’m going to miss Aidan’s little face and kisses and hugs. I give me about 24 hours before I start missing him.
- How long it’ll take him to warm back up to me after we get home. Maybe it’ll be an instantaneous, joyful homecoming. But maybe he’ll have forgotten me already. Time will tell.
Either way, this trip will be a good thing. Wes and I could both use some down time, and I’m really looking forward to missing my son, if that makes any sense. Absence makes your heart a transponder, or somesuch.