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.
Happy Weekend.
6 comments:
You deliver babies?! As a midwife? A Doula? I've been a reader of your blog for 3+ years now and I'm just realizing this? What program did you train with? It is something I would love to at least help out with.
i think she means her own babies...
Sorry Pink Panda- I did mean my own!
whoopsie.
But it is a pretty great thing. In fact, that video I posted a few days ago- Kim Wheaton singing Mother You- SHE is a doula. How cool is that?
What I would really love to do is to be a birth photographer. In my dreams.
Last year I went to my grams funeral. I took one of my sons. My husband stayed back home with our other five. Yes, my mind was at the funeral ,and my involvement there, but it was also miles away wondering how things were going. Lol. Needless to say ,when I got home, I came to see they missed me, and appreciated me more. Its hard I know, but actually good for everyone.
In my dreams I want to be a racecar driver. Lol
Have fun. Everyone will be fine. Your return will be glorious!lol
Christina
I have so much trouble going away too. Even though I know Dave is more than capable, I still worry. Inevitably I get home (the couple of times I have left my babies) and they have numerous stories of the fun and adventures they had with Dad!! It's a wonderful time of bonding for Father and Kiddos, but it sure is hard for the Mama. Have a wonderful time and I have no idea about fashion, but I'm sure you can wear black these days:).
Blessings
Renata:)
Black is better than white for a wedding, but red is even better! ;)
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