Pebble-maniac

Did you know I'm going on a vacation in 10 days? BY MYSELF? With no child and no hubby? What am I going to do with myself?! My dearest darling friend Harmony is getting married. Yay! I get to go back to San Luis Obispo for 4 days. And I'm so excited, but I'm starting to wonder- "what am I going to do with all that free time?"

I've grown so accustomed to taking care of Ezra all day everyday that I've forgotten what I did during the days before his existence. When I think really hard, though, I'm pretty sure my days consisted of luxurious massage treatments and delicious sour apple martinis and relaxing soaks in the hot tub. I'm pretty sure I pranced around town without a care in the world and spent hours upon hours reading novels and stimulating my mind. Yep.

Funny how glamorous the past can seem after you give birth to a child. Now, my days are filled with scraping hardened peanut butter off the floors and serving cups upon cups of diluted juicey juice to a not-so-patient 20-month-old... Hot Tub? What's a hot tub? Is that like when I bathe twice a week? And now I "prance" around town with umbrella strollers and a purse packed to the brim with sippy cups, day-old sippy cups, goldfish crackers (some crumbled to fine powder at the bottom of my bag, filling the nooks and crannies of my cellphone with cheese dust), fruit snacks, Thomas the Tank Engine, (God forbid we forget HIM), and a plastic dinosaur or two.

I'm excited to have a break and get some time to myself again, (not to mention being able to carry a purse that weighs less than 15 lbs.) but the thought of being Chris & Ezra-less for 4 days makes me a bit queasy. I'm not worried AT ALL about the actual 'not-being-around-to-manage-everything' aspect of this vacation. Chris manages things a bazillion times better than I do when I'm not around, and he also somehow manages to keep the sink free of dirty dish clutter at the same time. How does he do that?! It's one of the great mysteries of the universe to me. I'm more uneasy about just plain missing them. I'm trying to prepare myself so that I won't spend my ENTIRE vacation missing home, but the preparation is slow going. Ezra isn't helping with his 'I'm so dang cute and funny' phase. And I will miss Chris' RAIC as well. (Random Acts of Ice Cream.)

it just won't be the same without them

Yet, I know that there's nothing like 'getting away' for a bit to remind me of what I've got right in front of my nose. I'm sure by the end of those four days, that purse of mine will start to feel a little too light, and I'll probably revert to filling it with "souvenir rocks" to compensate. For those of you SLO-ians who are out there reading this, you have my permission to smack me if you catch me doing this. I don't need any more rocks. I need 'souvenir rocks' just about as much as I need a week-long bout with the Stomach Flu.

hehe.