Spock is behaving strangely. He cries easily. The sound of other space stations flying overhead nauseates him. He complains of nightmares where he has no understanding of phones; he is unable to use them, no one will help him; when he finally figures them out, no one answers the phone. He also seems to be fixated on finding an actual legally-worded 'this person has permission to make medical decisions for my dog' form.
Holy balls people. We are counting down. I will be on a plane in HOURS. And that plane will leave the ground. I am freaking out. Weird dreams at night, panicky, anxious, easily overwhelmed. I think I'll be ok once we have checked into our room. I say "I think" I'll be ok because after checking into our hotel, the flying fear will dissipate, but the realization that I won't get to hug, kiss, or smell my kidlets for 5 days will set in.
This vacation is going to be awesome. And I will be a better parent for it. Jeff and I deserve this break, and we desperately need it. But, I am going to need to resurrect my meditation and relaxation practices from labor and delivery because I may well need them. Realistically, so will the people spending their vacations around me.
Deep breathing. Or, really, just any breathing, beggars can't be choosers.
I'll do my best to blog about our adventures (which currently include snorkeling in underwater caves, exploring Mayan ruins, swimming with sea turtles, and hopefully a 2500' zip line experience followed by a cliff dive and canoe adventure).
So, that's that. The grandmas fly in tomorrow and I have half the City of Madison on high alert for signs of things going awry while we're gone.
Until next time, adios!!
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