“This is the curse of motherhood. You spend all your time shooing and corralling and troubleshooting and managing and on any given day you think you’d give your right arm to be able to hop on a plane and go stay in a hotel somewhere.
And then, when that day comes to pass, you spend the entire night before you leave staring at photos of what you’re leaving behind…and how wonderful it is.”
Boy you said it, PW. This is the plight I am dealing with as we speak. Tomorrow I am off to my base for 6 days of hard labor and hard relaxation(away from my usual homemaker duties). But as of tonight, I can’t stop kissing my boy. I can’t stop biting his cheeks either. Or tickling right in those armpits and under the chin. Just last week, I was auctioning him off to any family member that would take him. I told my Mother-in-Law that if I could ship him, he would be her’s in about 2 days. As Hubby’s grandmother says, “you two just plain get tired of breathing on each other. You gotta take a break, honey.”
Now after all the whining, and huffing, and stress, I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna! Last time it was 5 days and my heart felt like it was going to explode. This time, fate added another day. Let’s see if I stay out of the psychiatric ward.
Well, at least I’m not on my way to Iraq…..yet.
Don’t worry…I have posts ready for you all to view in my absence, and if I have the energy, I’ll check in and say hey. Have a great week, everyone!