Today is the day I leave for DC. Actually, I should be at the airport right now. But late last night, while out for dinner with some visiting friends, I got the call that my early-morning flight had been canceled. Now, instead of arriving at 10AM, I’m scheduled to get in at 6PM. And that’s if the snow I see outside my window right now doesn’t further complicate things. On the one hand, it’s nice that I didn’t have to get up extra early this morning, and that I get to spend another most-of-a-day with M and the kids. On the other, I’m annoyed that I’m going to miss out on most, if not all, of the activities I had planned for today.
Though it was a false start, the reality of leaving was starting to sink in yesterday. Thinking about my grocery run differently, since I wasn’t the one who was going to be making lunches and dinners. Coming up with a mental list of outing suggestions for M and his sister to do with the kids. And when putting them to bed last night, it was particularly strange to realize I would not see them again until Wednesday. Honestly, if I didn’t have non-refundable plane tickets, I might have chickened out. Three full days is twice as long as I’ve ever been away from the kids, and even that was only one time. Obviously I know they will be in great hands and will be just fine. And there’s a big part of me that is not only looking forward to this trip, but really sort of needs the little break. But, of course, there’s also a part of me that feels a little guilty for getting away [I know I shouldn't feel that way, but we all know how mommy guilt works], as well as the control-freak in me who gets a little antsy letting go.
At any rate, the rescheduled plan would have me leaving later this afternoon. I still need to pack, but that shouldn’t take more than about 5 minutes (maybe more just to find the zoom lens for my camera). Fingers crossed that my new flight is on time, and that I can figure out an alternate way to get from Dulles into DC, since I can no longer hop a ride with my friends. Hey, at least I’m traveling solo and don’t have to worry about the kids…
So jealous! Take lots of pictures to post. And enjoy sleeping in! I’ll be watching the inauguration on CNN here in Paris, wearing my ‘Obama Mamma’ T-shirt.
A lot of us are living for the next few days vicariously through you, so take lots of pictures and let us know what is happening with you! Here’s hoping for patience, and warmth when you need it! HAVE FUN!!
Oops! I don’t know if that was twin fatigue or living in France too long and combining english and french, but yeah, it’s Obama Mama!
So, really, what I want to hear about is the ultimate lxuruy: Traveling sans toddlers!
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