Some friends and I are planning a weekend retreat and there are “NO BOYS ALLOWED!” I’m terribly excited, I’ve not had a mommy’s weekend ever. Duhdee has taken a few weekends over the years to go snowmobiling with the guys but I’ve just never felt the urge to do the same.
In a matter of a few days my thinking has been transformed from “I just don’t see the point.” to “OMG, I WILL GO ANYWHERE YOU WANT TO GO! EVEN CANADA!” This change may have had a little something to do with the approximately one gallon of mostly digested chicken nuggets I found myself cleaning up the other night or perhaps the puddle of still warm pee I stepped in right in front of the toilet. Perhaps.
I knew Duhdee was going to be jealous because the other Moms who are going are some of the most amazing people on the planet1 but I didn’t realize he was going to be this jealous. This morning while I was getting dressed, he was encouraging Monkey’s latest phrase du jour…
“Get OUT!” my little Monkey-man roared. I might have been offended if he’d been able to say it without laughing or if, you know, the whole point wasn’t my getting OUT for a few days.
- And I’m not just saying that because I need this weekend away, lol. [↩]