Something big is happening tomorrow. It’s something I’ve avoided for a VERY long time. It’s something I’ve come up with every excuse in the book to avoid. It’s something that has made me feel very uncomfortable just thinking about.
We’re leaving the boys for the first time EVER to go on a trip out-of-town together (I specify “out-of-town” because we did a practice night three weeks ago and we stayed in a hotel downtown).
We need this trip – we’ve needed it since Matthew was probably a year old. Hell, his pediatrician told us that we had to leave him for an overnight trip for at least 2 nights before he turned 1. We didn’t listen. He wasn’t sleeping through the night, he wasn’t weaned, he needed me too much. Now, Bryson is JUST sleeping through the night, he isn’t weaned, and he needs me too much.
Someone is always going to be having problems sleeping, and someone is always going to need me too much (or so I think).
So… we’re going.
We’re even getting on a plane – two of them, in fact, to get there and then back again. I used to be a nervous flyer but I’m not so much after living in Chicago for 4 years and having no car to get from Illinois back to Iowa to see my family. I flew all the time and it took the edge off, because it just had to. But now with kids – kids I’m leaving behind in the care of their grandparents – I’m a little nervous.
I’m really not that nervous… I’m more nervous about Bryson not being weaned and the hell my mother-in-law will pay for that. And I’m more nervous that Matthew will get over-excited and they’ll never want to watch the kids again for us. And I’m more nervous that I’ll come home to a messy house like when Bryson was born (MIL does not pick up the things she gets out) that will need at least 5 hours of my time to get back to normal. And I’m more nervous that the milk cups and straws won’t get washed well enough each night before being used again. And I’m more nervous that Bryson’s sleep is going to go to complete and total shit. But with all that said, I’m still a little nervous about flying without the kids.
We got our wills done. They’re written, signed, notarized, and on their way to the safe deposit box tomorrow morning. We selected guardians when Matthew was born but just never got around to asking my dad to do the formal wills. They’re done now, and that brings me much peace. My dad is a very responsible attorney who has our affairs in perfect order, so I know that if something would happen, the kids are going to be taken care of and swiftly. There would be no, “we’re not sure what to do’s” because the man does this for his clients all the time. The only issue is that he’s not thrilled with our guardian selection, because they’re staunch democrats. HA!
All of this travel and will talk makes me think about life insurance, and the fact that we need more on Hottie, specifically, now that Bryson is here. That’s now on my list for the fall. But we may be having a third baby if all works out, so maybe we should shelve that for the spring/summer.
No… this fall.
Everything is going to be fine. Matthew is going to have a great time and he’ll be an angel (or a devil disguised as one). Bryson is going to sleep well because no one in the house will be able to assist him with boobs. Both boys will eat well because I’ve got all three nights of meals and leftovers for lunch mapped out. We will be fine because, as we all know, our chances of dying in a plane crash are nothing compared to driving on the road. My in-laws are probably the ones who are going to suffer in this whole situation… but they signed up for this and they know what they’re possibly getting into. And the fact that we have notarized wills almost ensures that everything will be OK – because the universe messes with the people who don’t plan ahead – and I’m not one of them!