The Davester and I are going away together this weekend. The two of us.
Maybe this doesn’t seem like a big deal. But, it is.
It’s the first time we’ve gone away, out of the state, on an airplane, alone, since Finn was born.
Yes, I’m saying it. We haven’t had a trip together without kids in five years. Don’t judge.
We’ve both gone out of the country separately while the other has stayed home. And plenty of vacations with the kids. And plenty of nights without kids, but still in the same city.
But this is the first big one without them.
I’m ecstatic. And if we’re being honest here, a little nervous.
Finn is five now and clearly that means he doesn’t need us or so he says, because he’s “almost a grown up kid and has stayed nights without us.” Plus, Aunt Punka is coming to stay with them and she lets them do anything they want which if we’re being honest here, scares me a little bit, but makes him delirious with excitement. That little one though, she’s attached. The attachment is mostly to my boobs, but I like to think my sparkling personality has a little something to do with it. She loves her Punka, but Punka is not Mama.
But, you guys… we can stay out as late as we want.
We can go to dinner at 9 pm like we used to.
Don’t even get me started on hotel room sex, someone to make my bed every morning, AND sleeping in.
I might not ever come home.