I haven't been sleeping well. Tomorrow the hottie husband and I have to get up at a very ungodly hour and get to the airport to catch a 6 a.m. (awful right?) flight to Florida. While I am excited for the weekend away and to see some very very special people, I always get extremely nervous and anxious leaving my kids. Especially when we both leave the kids. I drive my husband slightly crazy about the whole thing. My mom, who is amazing and wonderful and whom my kids adore, is coming and will have things in perfect control. It's not that I worry about. My boys will be fine. More than fine actually because it will be a few days filled with games, the park, the Dollar Tree and much more fun stuff that doesn't usually accompany mom and dad. It's me who isn't fine. They are my whole life and leaving them means leaving a part of myself. So today I am going to take deep breaths. I am going to look forward to visiting good friends that we don't see often and I am going to enjoy my husband. But being the Type A personality I am, I will be texting my mom for the little reassurances and I will be anticipating Monday when I am back home. Then Tuesday will come and my mom will leave and I will be wishing that just for a few hours she was back to entertain them. It's a vicious cycle this thing called motherhood. But it's wonderful and I am so thankful.