I'm leaving for California in the morning. Just me, my lightass suitcase, and three of my oldest, bestest friends. We're finally taking the girlfriend trip we started talking about taking when we were still sweet little innocent (HAHAHA!) college girls and had no idea the logistics that would go into taking such a trip as adults (child care, cha-chingy airplane tickets, work arrangements, etc etc etc). But we always said we would do it, and now we're doing it, and it's going to be fab. And I'm not going to Super Target, I swear! Just the sweet sweet frivolous mall. And the beach. And restaurants. Where I can have a drink or four and nobody's going to scream at me to cut their food into teeny tiny pieces FASTER, unless one of the girls has one too many drinks, in which case how funny would THAT be?!? I'll take pictures if it happens.
It goes without saying that by about day two, the little people will be missed like I'd miss an appendage, but I'm choosing not to focus on that. And hello, they're pretty cool with some uninterrupted Mommo/uncle/auntie/daddy time. And even if they do miss me a little (they will, right? They'll notice I'm gone?), it will be good for them to have mama come back a little more relaxed and so excited to see them that I'll squeeze them to teeny tiny toddler pieces. For days on end. Because I'm totally going to miss them. A lot. But that's why God made margaritas! AMEN AND HALLELUJAH AND SUCH!