Far and Away

Baylor is in San Diego with his dad visiting his aunt and uncle, and three cousins.  He left Friday morning and gets back tonight.  I talked to him last night and he told me he missed me, just saw an RV, and had to go ride bikes.  His dad yelled after him to put on his coat, and I felt great about the conversation.

I packed him with everything he might need, and made sure to email all parties involved in the trip beforehand so that there was no misunderstanding about naps, backpacks on the plane, or what time he goes to bed... ok, and where I thought he should sleep, what I thought he should wear, and that people in the house should be quiet while he was napping.  I'm not controlling, at all, swear.

It turns out, Baylor is having a fabulous vacation, and his mommy is having a fabulous stay-cation right here in Ballard.  I've done infinite loads of laundry... there's still more waiting for me downstairs.  I have to pool to hit, a Whirlpool washing machine that I get to load and unload, over and over.  I drank mimosas and watched movies with my boyfriend all day yesterday - seriously, we watched four movies and ordered food for dinner.  We didn't leave the house... it was amazing.  I haven't had a hangover Sunday (we weren't at all hungover, but I think the last time I had the luxury of staying inside all day, I was probably single and very hungover) in years, really... years.  I woke up at 8:30 this morning and went straight to my couch for Dexter and Homeland with a hot cup of coffee.  And then I took a long shower.  I even shaved my legs, and then gave myself a mani and a pedi wrapped in a robe with a towel in my hair.

It isn't that I don't miss my little ball of energy, because I really do.  But it is absolutely glorious to recharge my mommy battery with some good old fashion lounging.

I am going to walk the aisles of Target, and maybe even Value Village, because I can.