So I'm getting ready to walk upstairs and pack a suitcase...
for a trip...
On Monday night, I got a text from my best friend that went something like this:
I need you this Saturday!! I just won 2 tix for George Strait. I neeeeeed yoooouuuuu!!
So my husband did what any other wonderful husband might do in the same circumstance and volunteered to not only get me a plane ticket but to also watch the three small crazy people who occupy my daily existence.
Did I also mention that Martina McBride is going to be there? I KNOW...I've been resting up my vocal chords all week because I just know she's going to call me up from the audience after she hears my singing from the crowd.
And while I'm totally fired up about seeing my best friend and her family and having an awesome evening, a part of me remains...I don't even know how to explain it. Hesitant? Sad? Already missing my kids?
I tried explaining it to Scott and he literally looked at me like I had three heads.
"We'll be fine," he said. "It'll be a lot of fun...I never get to do this."
And of that, I have no doubt...this really has nothing to do with him and all to do with me.
You see, this is the first time I've been away from all of them. And, in fact, the only time I have ever been away from the other two was to have another one! So it's kind of a big deal for me. I feel like I sort of traded in the Annie card to become Mama four years ago and it's been a no-look-back kind of deal.
This weekend, I get to be Annie again...and it's just a little overwhelming. What does one do without a diaper bag or someone crying on them or needing to be carried? What books will I read when the opportunity provides itself to read for more than an hour straight? And what does one wear when there is no chance of snot or throw-up ruining the outfit??
These are the brilliant thoughts running through my head...the lack of brain cells, I totally blame on Nick Jr.
So I'm looking forward to the trip and am anxious about it all at the same time...and before too long, I more than know that my little brood will be grown and driving and not home for dinner and moving their stuff out of my attic and I'll once again think, "What do I do? Who am I again??"
Well, unless I'm asked to go on tour with Martina...which could totally happen people. I'm about to go dig out my CD from 1998 and rock out. (As Miss Kay says on Duck Dynasty, "Score one for the hoarders!")
Have a great weekend, my friends!!