This week has been hectic and full on, so I haven't had time to dwell on it. Or perhaps, I wouldn't let myself. I can't ignore what's going on for much longer though. I leave in less than 5 hours.
Twelve. TWELVE days away from my little family. The longest I have ever done, times 3. Longer, actually, when you factor in the day of driving round trip. So 13! :(
So. Long. I know I will be busy, but wandering around my house this afternoon while Prezzer naps, gathering up all the stuff I'll need on this trip I'm actually feeling quite sad. Hubs just came home for his lunch break, a perk we won't have for much longer once he switches jobs. He gave me a big cuddle, told me to watch out for roos on the road, and we repeated the mantra "12 days isn't too bad" and I hope its the truth.
I cope by pre-portioning 12 doggie bags with food and laying out 12 outfits on the red table for bubs, prepackaged food for day care and bachelor nights. I take a million pictures of Pres on my i-pod, trying to capture just a few of the awesome faces my little one can pull. I tell myself not to be so goddamn melodramatic.
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