I nearly crushed Tommy's heart a while back when we were heatedly talking about Disneyland. I quickly snapped, "Disneyland is not a vacation. Not only will I have our three kids to babysit all day, now I will have you to babysit too. NOT A VACATION!" He was sad and hurt. Possibly crushed. I have carried the guilt of that conversation for about 9 weeks now. I am so very sorry for those words. I have not felt this bad, about something I said, in a long, long time.
Tommy was not totally understanding that Mommy never, and I mean never, gets more than 10 minutes away from anyone in this family. EVER! I was frustrated and totally not looking forward to Mickey and Minnie and all the junk associated with this, "wonderful and happy," place. Call me a bad mom, a jerk of a wife, a horrible person.... that is me. I don't get 12 hours away to be on "vacation" (at work) from the hum drum of the house and the kids and meals and the dog and the cat and the diapers. Work is never ending..... no matter if mommy has a headache, 40 loads of laundry waiting, calls to return, dr. appointments to make, parent teacher conferences, or back pain that would put every single person I know in the hospital. I was just not excited at all. I grew up taking vactions to Hawaii and Tahiti.
A beach, a book, a beer....I'm there.....
Then, something started to flutter in MY tummy. The weeks started getting closer and the kids started talking about everything they wanted to see and how exciting it is that Grammie Diane, Grampie Frank, Grammie Alkire and possibly Grampie Alkire, were going to share in all this fun with us. I was actually looking forward to this trip. I wanted to take my kids to Disneyland and California Adventure. I wanted to take the tourist pictures of all three little ones by Mickey and Goofy and Cinderella. I wanted to spend an awful amount of money in Goofy's Kitchen so my kids could hug Chip and Dale and dance between tables. I am more excited than the kids now, I think.
It is still, what feels like, an endless amount of time away, before these little munchies, I call my family, go on vacation... but it feels like Christmas in our house. Mommy is happily gearing up for Pudgie's first ever, "vacation." Daddy is boucing around like a 'lil guy as well. Jax and Brinkley have nearly and simply, lost it. We are so excited....
We just wish it was tomorrow.
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