I'm waiting for my mom to call me so I can book a flight home with the kiddos, which kinda feels like impending doom.
Don't get me wrong, I love home and I want to go home. It's just...it's for two weeks and he has to stay here...
It's draining, these trips. Everyone wants us to go here and there...I've gotten better at saying, "We'll be here, come if you can." But, we still do a lot.
And he won't be there...for two weeks. TWO.
We are also flying from there to the beach to see my grandmother.
That makes for a total of four flights (no layovers, yay!) and six hours of driving (boo).
Kill me now.
The kids are going to have a blast at the beach though. I love the beach, and miss it greatly.
And I really miss my grandmother. The three year old has yet to meet her and the other doesn't remember the last time we saw her.
It will be good.