preparing for a long weekend
Did I ever mention that my middle name is Louise? It is. I guess because of that, it makes sense that I go to Louisiana in two days.
My logic is amazing.
I won’t lie, I’m nervous to go. Not for anything other than the fact that I’m leaving Claire and Luca for three nights. The longest I’ve ever been away from them is two nights. And I’ve always been within an hour’s drive.
But the impending fun totally outweighs me being a nervous Mom. Besides, I’ll have Mae as my kid-conduit.
For the past two weeks I’ve been drilling Matt on our daily routines. Don’t forget, Matt, we go to the gym at this time on Thursday, this time on Friday and we always have this for lunch, that for snacks…don’t forget to make them eat fruit! I nag because it works. Are you listening to me? Why are you mocking me? This is serious. I’m going to be a MILLION MILES AWAY! You lack the mommy compassion that I have in spades. Why are you laughing? What is wrong with you? This is a big deal!
Then, of course, begins the what if I die, Matt? WHAT THEN? So of course, I’ve educated him on the lullaby I sing to Claire every night.
That lead to more mocking.
For the record here it is:
Big girl Claire-Bear close your eyes
I’ll sing you a lullaby
My love will keep you warm and snug
‘Til you wake my precious one, my love
It used to be Baby Claire-Bear, but she always corrects me. Sigh.
So point Matt this way should I perish forever.
You think this is irrational? Whatever.
This weekend I began preparing for the trip away. I’ve started from most important to least important. Most important: cookie dough. So I made 3 dozen worth and rolled them into little balls and froze them. Then, I attached a post-it with directions as to how to make them.
Then I went grocery shopping. I made out a menu for them while I’m away, all with easy to make things. Matt’s not a cooking idiot, but he still relies on me for these things. I even have a crock pot thrown together that he just has to dump in the thing and press start.
And because my presence is that amazing, and I’ll surely be missed by all, I made a loaf of Matt’s favorite – banana bread – to hold him over until I’m back. He said last night that it was fantastic. Score one for me.
Then I scrubbed all the bathrooms.
If my Mom taught me anything in all my years it’s to A.) Always wear clean underwear because you just never know B.) being bendy is a good thing C.) fruits and veggies are your friend and D.) always have your bathroom prepared for anything.
I learned that last one the hard way when I spent many hours praying to the porcelain god after a bad night of drinking and failure to follow the creed – liquor before beer, you’re in the clear. I clearly remember her saying, “Well, if you cleaned your bathroom often enough, it wouldn’t have been so bad.” Thanks, Ma.
Lastly, I threw in an extra spin class to make up for the one I’ll be missing on Thursday. Though, Jessica promised me that we’ll eat plantain chips and do yoga one night. We’re kindred spirits, I tell ya.
So Mae and I are leaving on a jet plane at 7:30 AM Thursday morning, connecting in Nashville and landing in Shreveport where Jessica and the infamous Miss Sarah will be waiting for us at baggage claim.
Bring on the drive through daiquiris! I’m going down South!