So you know what's really exciting? I get to leave on a work trip to Chicago this afternoon and will be gone until late Friday night.
I get to fly on an airplane alone, during which time I will be able to read actual books.
I get to sleep in a quiet hotel room alone with no video monitor next to my bed.
I get to eat several meals in a row without having to pick up any sippy cups or wipe down any high chairs.
I get to sleep in until 7 am and the only person I have to get dressed and out the door is myself.
I will change zero diapers.
I will clean out zero food containers.
I will not have to load anyone in/out of a car seat.
I will not have to pick up any Cheerios off the floor.
I will not have to clean up any toys before I go to bed.
And I know all of this should make me really excited because- hello? - what mom doesn't want a break every now and then? But - cliche sappy mom alert - I'm also a little bummed about the whole thing. This is the longest I've ever been away from the twins, and even the longest I've been away from Brian in multiple years.
I will miss 3 bedtimes and 2 wake-ups.
I won't have anyone to sing to and rock before bed.
I won't have anyone to smile and run toward me when I get off of work.
I won't have anyone climbing into my lap every time I sit down (or at least I hope not, because that would be kind of awkward at a training session full of strangers).
I won't have anyone trying to share their snack with me (half-chewed Cheerios included).
There won't be anyone grinning at me from across the dinner table.
No one will cry when I leave to go to work in the morning.
I won't get to tuck anyone in before I go to sleep.
I know it will fly by, and I'll do my best to make the most of it, but I'm going to miss my babies and their daddy.
(Oh, and speaking of their daddy, best of luck to Brian in handling solo parenting for a couple of days. I know he is more than capable of handling it, but I also know he will be exhausted and ready for me to return!)