In 12 or so hours I’ll be on my way to Sydney.
Just me and one child.
For an entire weekend I will be living the high life of the parent of a singleton (I really do know it’s not all roses when you have one child but I have had delusions on this subject for a while now). I can almost taste the freedom…
It’s not that I don’t enjoy my four beautiful kids and my lovely husband, it’s just that being the keeper of all family knowledge is tiring.
Having to know who needs to be where, with what, when, all the time weighs heavily on my shoulders some days and I long for a break. I dream of a day when I only have to think about myself (as self centered as that sounds). Just a day, a few hours, every once in a while, when I only need to be responsible for myself, and here it is, almost.
I’ll still have Noey with me this weekend, because I am still his main source of food, but that’s ok.
I’m looking forward to handing the book of knowledge, along with the three big kids over to my parents and the Father Figure over to the husband-sitter and hopping on that plane in the morning, four people lighter.