On to Mexico!

Tomorrow morning Brent and I are leaving for our first trip without the boys. We have both taken some time away individually, but this is the first time that we are both leaving them for more than one night. The last time I really parked it on a beach was when I went to Miami with Emily eight weeks after the boys were born. That trip is a haze, mostly because I think I spent the majority of the time there using my breast pump. I think any trip taken with a pump shouldn't count as a vacation.

Needless to say, I am really nervous. Typically, on the eve of a trip like this, I am crawling out of my skin I am so excited, but right now, all I feel is anxious. I know the boys are going to be in great hands with our nanny Heidi. In fact, sometimes I think she is better equipped to handle them both than either Brent or I. But that doesn't make me feel any better.

The truth is, I really need this getaway. I don't think I have even realized how hard I am working. Between the new job and balancing all my other responsibilities, sometimes I feel like I am literally moving, doing, rushing, and worrying from the second I open my eyes until the second I collapse into bed, with Chelsea Handler on in the background, wearing whatever god-awful creation her stylist dreamed up.

But I am not sure what scares me more: the prospect of being terribly lonesome for the kiddos or the realistic fear that I won't miss the boys as much as I should! Either way, we are en route tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. I suspect that I will return, suntanned (ok, burned), with a semi-functioning liver, well rested, and desperate to cuddle Oscar and J.J.

Happy Labor Day everyone!