my trip to new york is now only 3 weeks away. (weeeeeeeeeeeee!) on a daily basis, i am preparing my family for an absence of two and a half weeks. while it's the longest time i've been away [on my own] from my family, i have no guilt.
when i'm not here, there will still be one parent in residence. i'm not indispensable.
sure, things will be different. the girls will stay up late. they will probably forget to bathe (unless reminded. several times). homework may not be handed in. takeout will be ordered and eaten. maybe they'll be late to activities. someone is bound to be left behind or not picked up on time. or at all (even I'VE done that!)
their experience without me will be different, and will also be OK.
the main problem i forsee is my family's inability to locate ANYTHING in the house. this fact was brought home to me the other day when miss 16 was assembling ingredients for the lasagne i was making that night.
miss 16: where's the paprika?
me: the herbs and spices are organised alphabetically in that little green tray at the back left of the pantry. (i know, i'm a freak)
miss 16 [in a hugely indignant tone]: I DIDN'T KNOW THAT! why didn't you tell me?
me: ok, let's imagine how THAT conversation would have gone over dinner. "hey family, i'd just like to share the fact that i've organised the herbs and spices alphabetically in the pantry."
everyone assembled at the table: 'god mum, you're such a freak'. 'geez mum, you have such problems.' 'mum, you have waaaaaaaaaaay too much time on your hands.'
and of course (assuming he was listening), a shake of the head or an eyeroll from DH.
oh to be a fly on the wall while i'm gone....