I have only left the kids to go on a trip one time, and that was last year when we took a short (Friday thru Sunday) road trip to Portland. Willow was barely even past her due date so of course she came along. She will this time, too, when we go to Toronto. I am happy to be going, but sad to be leaving the big kids behind. Not that I exactly want to take them, either. But they don’t understand why they can’t come and it’s so far away and all that. They aren’t too thrilled with the idea of staying with their dad for such a long stretch. That’s all I’ll say about that. What restraint I’ve learned lately.
I promised to bring them presents. Lexy is excited about maple syrup and a hockey team tshirt. Nate wants toys. I hope they do okay while we’re gone. Being a worrier is such a curse. But it worries me not to worry, so I just worry so I don’t have to worry about not worrying. Someday before too long, John and I will take a trip all our own. Maybe somewhere quiet, like the treehouse place in North Carolina, or somewhere neither of us has visited, like Costa Rica. I’ve never been to New York (or Paris, but we’ll have to do that trip way down the road after I’ve saved up thousands and thousands of dollars to shop with!) or Yosemite. We talk about Vancouver or even just a beach house twenty or so miles from home. Willow is learning to walk and talk and before we know it we’ll be planning our trip. Maybe Tahiti. . .
I totally sliced open my finger on a can lid today, partly because of my foolishness, and partly because the can openers we have don’t work properly. SO, I’m going to go order a new can opener and get that shopping bug out of my system. I’ll be using my Amex card, too, so it’s really the same as cash. It’s just next month’s cash.