And now, I'm scared. Because I've never dared keep little A out past his bedtime. It's a bit of a drag checking out of life by 5pm each evening (no walks with the neighbors, no dinner out) but it keeps the wee one happy, so we abide. And tonight, I'm thinking one of two things are going to happen:
#1: Mister Anderson, lovely sunny chap he is, will chug his bottle during takeoff and drift to dreamland, remaining in his peaceful slumber all across the southwestern US. My airplane seat neighbors (none of whom will reek of booze or old lady perfume) will beam approvingly at our serenity and tell me how my baby's the most wonderful, sweet, calm baby they've ever had the pleasure of meeting. We'll land, he'll wake, stretch, and smile at his admirers, and we'll be on our merry way. And my hair will look pretty.
#2: HE'S GOING TO BE INSANE. Berserk. Maniacal. I'm going to be "that mom". The one helplessly holding the screaming tike, blood pressure through the roof, averting the eyes of the other travelers. I'll long for a strong boozy drink but have my hands too full to attempt to drink a drink, and drinking strong boozy drinks is probably not the most appropriate of behaviors for a mother traveling solo with her child, anyway. I'm regretting all those stink-eye looks I might have thrown the way of screaming babes in my pre-mommy days. I'm sorry, you hear that karma? I said I'm sorry!
I'm also a little scared that my suitcase, which seems to have shrunk by half since my last trip, is going to EXPLODE. It's sit-on-it-to-zip-it full. I thought I was packing light, but half of Mister A's things found their way into my suitcase when his bag filled. I'm not even taking hair spray. Or my favorite hoodie. All so Mister A can have his ocean sound machine and his most favorite toy. Self sacrifice, the truest confirmation of motherhood.
All that said, I AM SO EXCITED! To see my mama, my papa, my baby sister. The pets, the beach, a birthday margarita. A fun sisterly road trip, LA, Chelsea Lately. So excited. So even if tonight goes down in the books as "motherhood low point numero uno", it's all worth it.
Adios Austin, adios 27th year on Earth, adios pets who I love dearly but who are driving me mad more often than not, adios J who I already miss way too much. We're off! And hoping for option #1......
Ready to go!