We really need this. But I'm absolutely terrified.
This Friday, Paul and I are boarding a plane and traveling to St. Lucia for a week.
Without the boys.
Do you see my heart palpitating from here? Do you note my quivering fingers and quickened breath?
We've never done anything like this before. When we travel, we stay with friends or family. We always visit children's museums and shut down shop around 7:30 for bedtime.
This is a whole new world.We are trading potty training and preschool pick-up for sun-baked hammocks and clear blue waters. We will sleep in, eat when we want, love when we want, and take the time to rediscover each other.
I will be completely unplugged, except for possible email updates with my parents, who will watch the boys.
When we got married almost twelve years ago, we shared a mutual passion for seeing the world. He had lived in Korea--he even spoke the language fluently. I had spent time in Hong Kong, and yearned to see more. But finances and children kept those dreams from actually happening.
So why aren't I smiling? Because right now I'm completing paperwork and putting my ducks in a row. I am writing down lists of emergency contacts and hoping that the thing I forget is not the crucial thing they need.
I am already missing the bedhead and the kisses, the acrobatics and insights.
I know I will get over it.
But still--I am wearing anxiety as my accessory these days.
So, give a girl some advice. If you've done this, is there anything you would recommend? If you want to tell me I'm being ridiculous, I'll take that too.
I leave on Friday. Please stop by and visit the guest posters coming here. You'll be glad you did.