Crazy how some things work out.
I kind of sort of but not really almost for about a minute (get that?), had the chance to go to London next month. It would have been with work. Helping to set up a store for one of our exhibitions. Fell through. Poor me.
As I pondered my options for all of those three minutes, here were my thoughts:
It would be awesome to go to London!!! Yes, count me in!
Leave the kids for a week? Sure!!! I could use a break. Would it really be a break? I'd be working the whole time.
Can I really leave my kids for a week?
Sure, no problem.
Really? It's the other side of the world practically!! Do I want to be THAT far away from them?
um, no. What if the plane crashes or something? Then they'd have no mommy. Jason would be devastated (he's kind of a momma's boy). They'd all be devastated. Except maybe for Justin, I think sometimes he just doesn't like me all that much.
Hmmm, not sure if I want to do this after all.
Funny. I didn't even have to get away to realize how much I would miss them.
Well, now I get to go to Salt Lake without the kids (without daddy too) for my grandma's funeral.
And even though the reason I'm going isn't the greatest, I sure am looking forward to a little time away.
Guess it's easier knowing I'm just one state away.
I suppose I should be packing and stuff. dang internet.
Post Edit: Jon, if you're reading--don't be offended. I'm not looking forward to getting away from you!!!! Just the kids, you know, those moments when they're acting up (which is like, all of them). And those times when I can't use the toilet without an audience of two plus a cat (which is like, all of the time).