We made the mistake of telling my 3 year old that we were hopping on a plane next week. We should have waited. Now every waking minute of every conversation begins with “I want to go on the plane now.” This is going to be a long week.
I’m just as excited to go as he is. If only he knew. Now the plan for this last remaining week is to just stay healthy. Mom and child caught a little cold today and I was already practically force-feeding them vitamin C and cold medicine. I’ll probably drown myself in the stuff before heading to bed. Last thing I want is to get a cold before I embark on vacation.
I’m fighting the urge to wrap my boy up in bubble wrap this whole week in school too. A few months back we had to cancel a Big Island trip because he broke his arm in school three weeks prior. Our whole point of going on that trip was to take him swimming so that opportunity was shot and I was SO disappointed. Now here we are again and I’m going to be a nervous wreck the whole week hoping he stays safe and accident free. Yeah I don’t want him to have an accident regardless, but if I don’t get off this rock for a rejuvenation session soon I think I’ll be the crabbiest bastard around for the next few months. (image: London Leprechaun)