Hubby and I are leaving tomorrow for the first away vacation we've had alone in the last 11 years.
I haven't been on a plane since then, and anxiety abounds.
...Except I think that spending another year without getting far away has its own special hell built in. I need this downtime.
My ex-MIL is coming to spend quality time with the guys and make sure nobody burns the house down.
So think about us on the beaches in Californ-eye-A! Be back in a week!
P.S. No parties in here while I'm away. I mean it. If someone so much as cracks a beer in the comments section I'll know. 'Cause I'm the mom. Don't make me hurt you.