So, we're finally doing it. We're venturing out to the great unknown beyond. On our own. No hand-holding. No drool-covered travel clothes. No strollers. That's right. We're leaving Q behind for a weekend away. Elroy can handle things at Guido (with a little help from Grandma). We're heading to San Diego for my cousin's wedding. Woo-hoo?
As is typical with my wavering nature, I can't decide if I'm thrilled beyond belief or filled with dread to leave Q for 40
Of course I know he'll be fine under Grandma's care. And she's really looking forward to a weekend of Q cuddling. But I wonder, will he think we've abandoned him? Will he wonder why we're gone for so long? Does he have any concept of time yet? Will he even notice? I may have something in my eye on Friday night . . .
. . . called tears of joy! T and I will be blessed with two whole mornings of freedom. Sure, the nights will be lovely, especially the wedding night during which we can get properly festive. But that Saturday morning will be absolute heaven. I probably won't be able to sleep in from the excitement of it all, but I can loll around. Oh, how I fondly remember lolling! Leisure. Lounging. Lolling. L-words are for people without toddlers. And we will be those people for a brief period of perfect time. Time spent 'laxing and sitting all languid-like by the pool. Having cocktails while we . . .
. . . talk about how much we miss Q. Maybe there will be some hand-holding.