This weekend I'm going to a wedding. The wedding is in Los Angeles, and I'm traveling without my family. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to a couple days away from parenting duties. The groom's sister is one of my oldest and closest friends, and because she is pregnant and must take things very easy, there should be ample time to talk. One of my blog readers who has a son very similar to Moe will be at the wedding too, and can't wait to meet her.
I am also going to have brunch with the very fantastic Cheryl who blogs at Little Bit Quirky!
Although I will have friends as well as my parents at the wedding, unfortunately Jeff won't be there. Because my parents will be at the wedding too, we didn't have a babysitter for the kids. The expense of travel and the stress of finding a babysitter who could handle a non-verbal, trouble-making, autistic child at an unfamiliar place, plus figuring out the various sleep requirements, seemed like a lot of effort for a short weekend visit. So we decided I would go myself.
One of my primary motivations for getting Moe to be able to sleep in a regular bed is so that we can travel, even just a little, and visit my parents more often. I'd like the kids to know their grandparents' house. I think a bed and a bed tent will work, but I want to experiment at home first.
So, yes, I'm looking forward to a couple of nights of not being woken up by whining or crying or squealing. I'm looking forward to seeing my friends, having a drink (or a few) with no responsibilities. I'm looking forward to a plane ride all by myself. I'm looking forward to some time without the kids. But I'm also looking forward to the day when I can bring them along.