Did you ever play that game on a road trip? Ah, fun times with the fam are remembered whenever I hear kids playing this game. No, but really, I'm going on a trip and I seem to be forgetting everything I planned on taking! I mean, I was supposed to buy earrings today, like fake gold and silver hoops, forgot 'em, I needed to get a pair of red flip-flops (I live in those things!) while at Target...forgot 'em. Thank goodness I remembered to buy new underwear as I'm just sick and tired of wearing the same ones that grew as Nas grew inside me...I mean come on, splurge $6 would ya??! So today, I did.
I'm going to Indiana tomorrow for a long, much-needed weekend away from my babies and Babe. In June I told my sister the dates that would work for me, she checked her calendar and it was a go. That was June. In June I was so gung-ho about getting out of this house where my dish-pan hands have simply tired of slathering sunblock on short, brown and browning bodies. The summer has been fun but by golly I am just tired of playing summer hostess to a couple of ungrateful little people. Although I must admit they are trying to be better about behaving after I've gone all out for their entertainment...thanks guys.
That was June. Now I'm packing to leave tomorrow morning and I'm so sad to think I won't be here to feed them breakfast, get them dressed, figure out our plan for the day even if it's just watching movies and dancing til we collapse, and I won't be here for the irritating routine of bedtime. I'll miss out on Nas' predictable fit and Jay's teary eyes when we call it quits for the night and tell them to put away their bikes to ready themselves for bed. Did I say I needed a break? Noooo, I need to be here for Jay's spells of forgetfulness when asked to brush her teeth and wash AND lotion her face. I must be here to ask Nas 20 times a day whether or not he needs to poop...after all, he does want that bumble bee Transformer!! But he's gotta poop on the potty for it.
Who am I to leave people who depend on me so much? And for four days!? Somehow hopping on an airplane really brings into focus all that is important and wonderful about your life. Even if you do b*tch and moan about it waaaaay too much (just ask Babe!). I look at the dirty dishes in the sink from dinner, hear feet running back and forth between bedrooms (no they still aren't asleep...not even close) and watch Babe flick through the channels like he has severe ADD and think, God my life is good. A little time away, or just knowing it's coming soon, truly does make the heart grow fonder. Then come Monday I'll be sure to yell at someone for something but still be so glad to be back home where I belong.
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