Cali Bound!

I'm going away this weekend. To California for a bachelorette party weekend. Breakfast on the beach.  A day at the spa.  A sushi dinner.  And a day touring Temecula wineries.  Via limo.  Not to mention, warm, summery days, swimsuits, and sundresses. It will be perfect.

I should be excited. I am, don't get me wrong. But a larger part of me is sad. Heartbroken. And struggling with the fact that I'm leaving Brantley. 

I know it's silly. It's four days. One weekend. And I choose to go. Some moms travel all the time for work.

But I can't help but be sad that I won't see my baby for four days.

I'm leaving him on his 11-month birthday.  I'm not sure why that matters, but it seems more significant for some reason.  And makes it all the more difficult.

I'm not sure I can do it...  

What if something happens to me? I can't even fathom B-Man growing up mom-less. Nor do I want to make my husband a single dad. 

These feelings are normal, right? Please tell me they're normal.

Lucky for me, I have an amazing husband who is also an amazing daddy.  I have no reservations about leaving them behind for the weekend. I know Brantley will be well-fed, well-looked after, and well-cared for. And I know they will both be just fine.

I know I will too. Once home, I know I'll be glad I went. And appreciative for the time away.

But first, I'll have to muster up the strength to say good-bye. The strength to walk out the door. And for me, the weekend will only get better from there.

The spa: Glen Ivy

Temecula wineries

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