I had to leave my babies. I am sitting on a 777 on my way to London Heathrow en route to Prague, and about 4 hours ago I was so nervous about leaving them that I was nauseous, literally. They’re with my brother-in-law and sister-in-law whom they love and they love their kids, but I have this nagging sense of guilt for leaving them. I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually…or maybe I won’t; I don’t know. I think a little guilt is healthy and natural.
I do know one thing – Michael and I are having a great time reconnecting – already! It feels like we’re dating again. That spark ignited almost immediately when we got to the airport. Isn’t there something magical about airports? There’s such a sense of excitement in the air. Everyone’s going somewhere (duh, right?).
When we got to our gate we thought about getting something to eat, and there was a McDonalds and a Reata right there by our gate. What do you think we chose? Here’s a hint: there were no playscapes. Ahhh, it is so nice to fly without kids. I LOVE my kids, but flying with them is such a stressful event. Flying solo is kind of relaxing.
In other news, my tummy tuck is scheduled for January 12th. More guilt here. So Isaac’s birthday is actually Tuesday, and we’ll be in Prague. So we were going to have his party on the weekend that we get back. But I went for my consultation the other day, and the 12th was the only day they had available for a long time, so I took it. :-/ So now we have to have his party on a weeknight. LAME!!! I know, I know, it’s just his first birthday, and he won’t remember it. But still. I feel kind of guilty. It was a tough call. I think it will be fine, though. First birthday parties are more for the parents than anyone else anyway. Ugh, I do miss that boy already. I sure could smooch those little cheeks.
Okay, okay, I’ll shut up now and try to sleep. Stay tuned for pics of Prague!