I've been keeping mum about this because I didn't want to jinx it, but Mark and the girls just drove off for a couple days at Grandma's in Northern California. I was surprisingly emotional as I watched them drive away, not feeling the freedom and joy I thought would flood over me. Instead, I'm kinda sad and worried and just hoping everything will be OK.
This time though, instead of Mark getting sick, it's me. I have a sore throat, runny nose, cough; you know, all the good stuff. Maybe after a nap, followed by a nap I'll feel better. For now, I just want to ignore the wreckage that is my home (seriously, how do two such little people create such a big mess?) and curl up on the couch with a movie and a stack of handkerchiefs. I can always do the laundry later, right?
Note to self: DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT watch Reign Over Me just after your family takes off for a vacation without you. When I'm not sobbing, I'm trying to resist the urge to tell them to come back or book myself a flight to get up there. Effing hell.
Going back to bed.