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I am on the plane heading home.  Yes..on the actual plane. Like, I am using the PLANE’S WiFi system.  I am not sure where I have been recently, but the freaking planes have WiFi now..so I can take care of bidness’ on the plane. WOW.
That being said, I am heading home after being in California for four days. Four wonderful days of being with my nonna and my dad during a trying and heartbreaking time.

Without kids.

Yes I am grieving for my nonna.  No doubt.  As a matter of fact, in the midst of laughing out loud I will buckle in tears at the loss of her.

BUT.  I didn’t have any children pawing at me for FOUR DAYS.

DO YOU HEAR WHAT I AM SAYING TO YOU? Four days with no kids.  When someone has four kids, this is A BIG FRIGGIN’ DEAL.  I would guess, when someone has ONE kid it is a big deal…

My poor husband.  I would be lying if I didn’t admit that a little tiny part of me would giggle inside when my husband would whine about how hard it has been.  Really?  Cause when you travel and leave me all by myself it is a piece of cake.  NOT.

IT IS HARD AS HELL and sometimes I want to STAB MYSELF WITH A FREAKING BUTTER KNIFE.

But for four days, I didn’t have any crap diapers to change.  Or fighting.  Or whining.  Or bottle making.  Or bag packing.  Or middle of the night angst.  Or fevers.  Or nap schedules.  Or….

I HAD ONLY ME.  Just me. Get up. Go for a run.  Drink tea.  Be with my dad.  And grieve. But without any CRYING MIMI’s (those are my dad’s words here).. to drive me to drink at 10am.  I didn’t start drinking until like 6! I do believe I saved some calories while in California.  Just sayin’.

My family and I had a nice dinner last night; my last night in California.  And my cousin says this, “we need to eat early cause I have to get the kiddo’s home to bed”.  And in my mind, I couldn’t help but to think,

SO GLAD IT’S NOT ME“.

Oh wait.  What I thought was, “I totally understand love, and no problem”.

And then I had two glasses of wine during dinner while I watched her drag out the arsenal of STUFF to keep her two lil ones busy so that she could have an hour to try to get her meal down, ensure the kids ate, and then pack up and haul ass home to get them in bed.  So that THEN she could have her glass of wine…

…so glad it wasn’t me…

I am grateful though.  Grateful for the amazing time with my family. For the time with my nonna.  To be there during her last hours.  To hug my dad while he grieved for his mother.  To have a nice dinner with my family.

TO NOT HAVE MY BRATS FOR FOUR DAYS.

But…I am also, super grateful to be on a plane heading home to see those brats.  And to hug my hubbie and snuggle, and love on my family.

Because I am the luckiest girl alive.

And I sure wish this flight attendant would hurry up and bring my second glass of wine to me.

Cheers!