Friday, August 16, 2013
A Missing Mama
This weekend I am doing something I do not ordinarily do. Like, ever. And it isn't without some reservation that I do it, either.
I am leaving my four children and husband for the weekend to attend my cousins' wedding. Matt is going to stay home with the kidlets and keep things running while I am away. He's cool like that.
Don't get me wrong~ I am excited that my cousin is getting married; I am super excited to be able to go to support her and her almost-husband in this very special time (especially since it took a fair amount of fan-dangling to do it); I am also super excited to spend some QT with my parents' who are gracious enough to allow me to tag along and be the proverbial third wheel.
But a teeny bit of me also maybe dreads it just a bit.
I have only been away from the children for overnights when I am delivering babies and I have NEVER, while in my right mind, volunteered to sleep away from my husband. (Am I ill?)
Will they be okay? Will Matt be able to bathe them and get them to church on time by himself? How will Judah take to not being tucked in by me? Will they miss me? Will it be a sweet time or a stressful time? What will I do with all the empty parts of my brain that don't have to be on alert and wondering where Judah is this second? And this second? And THIS second? And how will Matt's brain COPE with wondering where Judah is this second? And this second? And THIS second?
Matt will do fine. The children will do fine. But...will I? I am quite certain I will be spending quite a bit of my weekend worrying and wondering how everyone is getting on.
In the meantime, I am trying to get done the cucumbers and the tomatoes today (and it isn't working. And yes, I am BLOGGING right now. That's probably why.)
I have to print out that crochet project pattern so I can work on it away from the computer.
I have to charge up my camera battery.
I have to get caught up on laundry and get it all folded.
I have to find a shirt that still smells like Matt to pack with me so I don't go insane.
And! Worst of all! I have to figure out what the heck I am going to wear. (ugh.)
Is it still considered a major faux-pas to wear black to a wedding? Because I kid you not, almost every single dress I own is just that.