At 4:30 this morning my in-laws arrived and my husband and I loaded our 2 yr old son into his car seat along with clothes, toys and enough DVD's to last for a 16 hour car ride and a 7 day visit to his great-grandparents. These grandparents live in MI and this will be the first time they've been able to see their 1st great grandchild in person.
Two weeks ago we realized Michael would have to go with them for the week. I have to be gone the entire week on business and my husband who works and goes to school full-time has finals this week. Normally, that would mean we depend on my in-laws for help with taking Michael to and picking him up from daycare. This time though, they already had planned the trip to MI so we really had no choice but to let them take him.
Don't get me wrong, I trust them, but that a LONG drive and a lot of time on the road and there are lots of idiots out there.
You know, I thought I might be able to handle it. There's grocery shopping and general home "stuff" to do today along with getting my things packed. Boy was I wrong, they pulled away from the house and hadn't even gotten as far as the next door neighbor's drive and I was already in tears. I don't regret letting Michael go with them. This may be his only chance to see his great-grandparents and my husband and I are actually going on a date tonight. The problem is I just hate being away from my baby. It's bad enough being away from him when I have to travel, but this time since he'll be gone longer than I am, I'm at a loss for what to do without him. We usually spend Saturdays playing in the yard or going to the beach. I guess I should use this time to do my spring cleaning. Michael loves to help clean, the only problem is once we're done and there's nothing left to clean, he likes to make messes so he can do more cleaning. Let's just hope he doesn't grow out of that :) I guess I need to get dressed and get started for the day. I'll be counting the minutes until they call tonight letting us know they arrived safely.
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