I am so excited for a getaway and anxious to see what surprises await. But I also don't want to leave my family. As much as they make me want to run away, they also make me want to never, ever leave.
If there were two of me, I could go have fun in Disney and still be home snuggled in bed with one of my boys. I'd be here if there was a bad dream. Or if they just need Mommy. If there were two of me, the me that's out living a carefree weekend could truly be carefree, knowing that everything and everyone is ok with the other me there at home.
But there's only one me. And that one me is not going to be here for three whole days and two whole nights.
Something tells me that they are going to get along just fine without me.
But, they wouldn't even have to know what it's like without me, if there were two of me.