I had asked my sister for a new purse, since she is all fabulous and stylish and sadly, I am not. She has taste in clothes, purses, and accessories that I admire, so I left my purse decision in her capable hands. She bought me this one, from Matt and Nat, a Montreal-based business that makes 100% cruelty-free bags made of no animal by-products whatsoever. Am now fabulous and stylish myself, apparently. Am also badass with a purse named Public Enemy. Thank you, Karrie!
The hubs did equally well. We are going to Toronto. Overnight. We're staying in this hotel, which we already know is quite nice because we've stayed there before. And we're seeing a musical. We are both complete musical theatre geeks. You name it, we've seen it. And on April 26th, we are seeing:
There's only one small 23-pound problem. It will be my first night away from Isabella.
I'm trying not to be all dramatic about this. To some of you seasoned moms, I know my apprehension about leaving her must sound completely lame. Obviously, mothers leave their children for well-deserved and much-needed vacations. But it will be the first morning I'll awaken without seeing this little face.We're leaving her in the very capable hands of my mom, who is coming to stay with her for the weekend. And truth be told, Isabella probably won't even notice we're gone, because her grammy will likely occupy every second of her waking hours with art projects well beyond my limited crafty means.
I'm also quite certain we'll come home to a toddler hyped up on sugar from being fed cookies and ice cream with a Red Bull chaser for two days straight ("because that's what she likes!"), but I suppose that's a small price to pay for knowing your child is in good hands while you're gone.
Leaving her will be hard, but I also know that I need this mini-break. I really need it. Working from home with a very needy toddler all day, every day is by far the hardest job I've ever done. It is extremely physically and emotionally taxing for me. And now, with being pregnant and exhausted most of the day, it's even more difficult. The idea of not having to be responsible for a little person's daily care for almost 36 hours is incredibly appealing to me, as is the idea of being able to use the bathroom without having a companion in there with me.
April 26th also coincides with the day of my last injections (can I get an Amen?). This means we won't have to haul a cache of needles, syringes, and other drug paraphernalia over the international border, which I can only think will go a long way toward keeping me out of the Canadian prison system.
So I'm nervous about leaving her, but I'm also excited about my time away. A little time away from me is good for her, right?