Jeremy had to travel to San Diego this week for work and he took Chelsea with him. When I told my mom's group about this, they all agreed that any man willing to travel cross-country, alone, with a toddler should be nominated for sainthood. I agree, although I later found out he was only choosing the lesser of two evils: he'd rather deal with a toddler on an airplane than deal with me after I've been home alone for a week with two kids. Oh. Um, thanks?
All this last week, every time Chelsea would have one of her patented unforeseen freak-outs, I would think to myself, "Just a few more days, and I get a break from her!" I started planning all the things I could do, with only a three-month-old to take care of. Go to the mall and actually shop! Go to Barnes and Noble and read some books! Go to a movie! Go out to lunch! Be away from home at 1pm! Woohoo!
This morning was the big send-off. Jeremy had to wake her up at 3:30am to make their super early flight. We were expecting the worst. But she was so excited to go to the airport that she was all smiles. It helps that Jeremy is brilliant: he promised to bring her a glow-stick when he woke her up and she was amazed. I heard her getting all ready to go and when she came in to give me a hug and a kiss good-bye she said, "I miss you."
After I waved to her out the window, I climbed back into bed and felt my chest and throat tighten up and tears start to fill my eyes. We've never been apart from each other for more than a couple of days. As much as she drives me crazy sometimes, and as excited as I am for a break from her, I miss her already.
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