I'm overwhelmed with details right now, but so excited that I haven't slept in two days- I know that's going to eventually come back and bite me in the ass.
The packed suitcase on the floor of our bedroom has forced my husband into the next phase of mourning my absence- ACCEPTANCE! Can I get an AMEN? Seriously, this load has been lifted off of me and I actually feel like I can enjoy this trip now.
I've been trying to stock up my house with food, paper supplies, cleaning supplies- anything that might be needed. I've been scrubbing everything down, cleaning out cabinets (you know, so it looks like they are ALWAYS that neat!) As I was writing a note of instructions to the sitter (my husband's Aunt S) it dawned on me that I'm going to be found out soon.
In just about 48 hours, it's going to become clear that I don't do shit. My "stay at home mom of 4 kids" cover is going to be blown.
There were no real directions to write down- no medications, no allergies, no appointments, no special instructions. My kids are like a bunch of trained monkeys and this place runs like a well-oiled machine most of the time. I guess it is to my credit that I trained them. So maybe my new cover should be "animal trainer"- how does that pay?
Aunt S's head might explode when she first hears the fighting since she's a 40 something woman without children- she may not be aware of the overload of estrogen that can rage in girls ages 4,8, and 10. And she might be a little overwhelmed with my 14 year old son's hyperactivity and occasional destruction, but all in all, they're angels.
What does this mean?
I think it means I'm ready. I've done my part here. I've kept the savages fed for this long. 14 years, 4 kids, and only 2 trips to the emergency room- I'd say that's like a, what, 98.7% success rate?(Don't worry, I've kept the math teaching to the professionals.)
I think it means I'm due. I think it means I won't have to hear their fighting for a few days and my headaches will only be vodka-induced. I think it means I've done my job fairly well. I think it means I will be happy to get away for a while because I deserve it. I think it means I will miss them, but I will be better for them when I get back.