I've got a nervous tummy right now. I just booked my babies to fly on an airplane this summer. Without me. For ninety-six minutes. OMG. It will be the longest ninety-six minutes of my life. My heart will literally be flying through the sky without me. I know that there are plenty of kids of divorce out there who are pros at this. But um, my nine year old still has a panic attack when he's told he has to sleep in his own bed. This should be interesting. Perhaps the cord will finally be severed?
When I was a kid I couldn't wait to get to my grandmother's house as soon as school was out. I still like to tell all my cousins that I was her favorite, but really I just spent the most time with her (because I was the favorite). I'd really like my kids to have the same memories and adventures. They have lots of favorite places that they like to go when we visit and I think it's time that they start having those summer memories without us. Heck, my Mother's house is like a hotel and her neighborhood is kid central. I'm not sure they'll even notice that I'm not there. But I will.
It's going to be fine right? Hold me.