We are back from our fun filled mini vacation in Wisconsin Dells.
It was wet, wild, and super fun. And very exhausting.
Here you see the kids raring to go the minute we got to the hotel. Five hours later we were all jammed into the pull out bed in the living room trying to summon the energy to go out to dinner. Eventually, with Todd's pleading, we did indeed make it out for dinner.
When we got back to the hotel room we all crashed. Then it was up bright and early again the next morning for more waterpark fun. Another water filled fun day and a delicious dinner (and Culver's custard too!) and we were extra exhausted when we got back to our room.
In other words, it's freak out time.
I'm not good with leaving my kids. Never have been. I suspect I never will be. It really hasn't gotten easier. Good thing we hardly ever do it. And this will most likely be our last vacation without the kids for a long time so we had to jump at the chance. Still, I can't help the internal freak out.
On the long ride home from WI Dells today Todd turned to me and said, "By this time tomorrow we will be relaxing on the beach!" I replied in a whisper, "If we're not dead." I was only half teasing.
Morbid, I know. But I can't help it. I'm paranoid something is going to happen to us (plane crash) leaving our kids parentless. I'm also paranoid something will happen to my kids and I won't be there.
In short, I'm paranoid. Freaking out.
I'm sure everything will be just fine. I am really trying my best to ignore the nagging little voices in my head. I'm sure it will be a lovely trip.
For now I'm freaking out.