Freedom?

This afternoon I dropped off the dogs at my in-laws' and then my mother-in-law was kind enough to ride with me to drop off Elijah with my parents for the week while Husband and I take eight days in Cabo. Eight days. The longest I have ever been away from Elijah is eight hours, and I am about to try to be away from him for eight long, sad, sun-filled days. We met my parents halfway and then came home. And as soon as I dropped off my mother-in-law at her house and started toward my own, all I could think of was turning up the music really, really loudly and smoking a cigarette. Because, you know, that's what non-parents do?

I've already talked to my mom, and she said Elijah didn't fuss once all the way to their house, and I could hear him chattering away like a madman the whole time we were on the phone. I know he's going to have a blast, and yet I'm still sad. Not for him -- for me. I am going to miss that kid like crazy. I already do.

I have to finish packing. See you in 8 days.