And.....I'm off!

All packed up and ready to go.

It's 12 middnite. Except for trying to convince DB to go to sleep (he wants to stay up to watch the Red Sox lose again!) and Ari working on his computer, the house is quiet. NED and MB went to sleep in tears, not wanting me to leave. And I am feeling such mixed feelings...

The kids have all given me their shopping requests:
-NED wants something "funky" for her room. I told her I would be spending plenty of time in TARGET!
-MB wants basketball shorts from Old Navy
-DB wants pants from Old Navy
-ELY wants a tu-tu for ballet!

I have packed an empty duffel bag to fill.

On my own for the next two weeks. How will that feel? I've asked this question to the new moms I use to work with in the states and thought about it for myself as well: Who am I, if I'm not with my kids? What is my identity?
Can I let go of the worry and concern I live with on a daily basis. Can I let go of the stress of making sure my family is fed, clothes washed, items for school gotten? Can I be me? Spend time with me? Get to know me?
I've got a lot of thinking time ahead of me. That's not always so healthy for me.

One day at a time...

I'll write again on the other side.

Thanks for reading :)