After months of planning, weeks of excitement, and days of packing, my oldest six and my husband are off on the adventure of a lifetime. I woke up yesterday with a pit in my stomach over how much I would miss them and how I wish I was going too. Truthfully, I couldn’t bring myself to leave baby Vaughn for three weeks. It’s just hard to want to be in two places at once so very badly…but what a great problem to have.
I dropped them at Grandma’s and pulled out of the driveway as fast as I could. Crickie and Stone were bawling and I knew I would be too if I didn’t haul myself back home ASAP.
We got home to leftover outfits on the couch of the sun room and packing lists left strewn about the floor and I barely held it together.
Four o’clock rolled around quickly enough and we went to swim practice where I hurriedly made a list of all the fun things I could do with my ten youngest while the older ones were gone. I pepped myself up thinking that at least I could get young ones to bed at a decent hour and work in the evenings without my big girls here who return from babysitting and jobs and nights out with friends at all hours. Yeah…that’s right…I could have a little ME time now. It was going to be a nice three weeks with just my younger ones here.
And then I got this picture. The girls heading off on their first leg of the trip to Dubai.
And before I could get all weepy I did what all crazy mamas do…
Decided to throw an all-out dance party in the living room with all my young ones. Stone can LEGIT break dance and I have no idea where Soji got her little moves from but look out J-Lo.
So today begins my own summertime adventure of life with ten children under ten.