Solo

I am leaving for Atlanta Georgia 3 hours.
I was just finishing up some laundry from 2 wet beds this morning,
so that I could go pack my bag.

Before that,
we were all at the Doctors  for Beckham's 4 year visit.
He is big and healthy.
45 lbs. 3 ft. 7 inches.

As I was taking a stack of clothes to put away, 
Marley informed me that she pooped in her pants.
But first she had to stick her hand down there to check.
Yeah, she was sure it was poop.
Had the proof on the hands.


I rushed her into the bathroom to begin clean up.
While taking off the dirty clothes to stick her in the tub, 
she had to grab on to me for balance with said "poop hand."


I am now in sweats, 
and I am doing more laundry.


Why not sit and post about it before I find something else to wear on the plane?


I asked Nate if he wanted to cover Friday's post.
He smiled.
We'll see how his morning goes.
He has never been with all 3 kids solo, 
for 3 whole days.


This is how I picture myself looking as I walk through the airport:
(imagine ballet flats, neutral layers, oversized sunglasses, ie: a J-Crew model at LAX)


light as a feather, 
no one to take to the potty, 
no one to drag through security, 
no bags and bags of snacks and in-flight entertainment to shlep.
No strollers and car seats to fight with.


Just me, 
a small carry on, 
and me.


I will miss them you know.


Time to pack.