Just two more sleeps and I’m jetting off to Hawaii. I’m so excited, really really excited to visit a place that I’ve dreamed about going since I was young but for some reason have never made any moves to travel to since!
I know I keep going on and on about leaving my kids, especially the babe, but I’m so gonna miss him. I know he’ll be fine – he’ll be with family that loves him, in his own home with his siblings here so mostly everything will be familiar. Except that Mummy won’t be here for five nights.
I’m getting everything sorted to make things as effortless as possible for my Dad and his wife who will be staying with the kids. I’ve taken advantage of a My Food Bag trial to make meal times easy; I’ve made lists of lunchbox contents, favourite snacks, nap times, everything and anything I can think of to make things run like clockwork at home. My kids are quite particular about things being done the way Mummy does it so hopefully having this list of things to refer to will make life less stressful for my Pops who loves his grandkids to pieces – although we’ll see how much love he has for Beau as he saunters in for a cuddle at 3am every morning. It’ll be just my luck that I’ll come home to a child who has stayed in his bed each night from woe to go, is probably fully toilet trained and didn’t miss me at all.
My big kids are focused on the gift they’d like me to return bearing, so that’s probably what will keep them going should they feel emotion overcome them at any point in time. It’s worked out really well since husband and I got our wires crossed in terms of his departure and return dates so inadvertently we have booked so that he leaves on Thursday night and returns on Tuesday night, I leave on Friday night and return on Wednesday afternoon. Because of that, four nights without both of us is totally do-able. I hope Beau sees it the same way.
I’m making lists and checking them twice, although it certainly ain’t Christmas.
Isn’t is so strange how you can at times literally crave time away from your kids but when it comes to the crunch of getting some, it feels so hard. My heartstrings…. tug, tug, tug.