A True Staycation

For the next three days...


I will not worry about death by Matchbox car or Star Wars guy.

I will not microwave chicken nuggets with ranch dressing.

I will not haul eleventy billion toys up and down the stairs.

I will not hear the voice of Elmo.

I will not pack up a snack before leaving the house.

I will not carry a diaper bag.

I will not read "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Ican'tbelievewe'rereadingthisagain, Very Bad Day."

I will not be interrupted while on the phone.

I will not wash a sippy cup.

I will not hire a babysitter.

I will not clean up sixteen baseballs, three basketballs and two footballs from the yard.

I will not witness a tantrum--at least, not from the toddler.


Then again...

I won't get sweet toddler hugs and kisses, or snuggle during pre-naptime songs, or be asked, "Mommy, what are you doing here?" (He means, "What are you doing?") or be commanded, "Mommy, turn around!" (He means, "Pay attention to me!)

But that's okay. For three days. (Thanks, Mom.)