Veggin

Tonight, instead of putting away the laundry I had done at the laundrette and doing the dishes, the girls and I watched The Princess and the Frog. The girls had seen it in the cinema but I hadn't. I was in the ER with Bellies. And so we brought out blankets and snuggled and watched it....and I have to say....I liked it. I've heard people complain about the voodoo in it but it really didn't bother me. What Disney movie doesn't have magic, witch craft, African monkey chanting, summoning old ancestors in them? And so we enjoyed our popcorn and movie and I'm still putting off putting the laundry away and doing the dishes. They need to get done....it's going to be a late night. Tomorrow we have a birthday party and I need to get some cooking done for freezer meals for Dan and the kids. I am, after all, leaving in 3 days!!!

As I did laundry today my friend came along with and we were talking. I mentioned about how people have been saying how lucky I am to be able to go back to the states and how I'm going to owe Dan. It was nice to vent since I have been thinking about this. Yes, I am thankful, thankful my husband is compassionate and realises that I "need" to go, thankful he makes enough money that we can buy a plane ticket on a whim, thankful he is a great father and I know our girls will get what they need while I am gone. But in honesty...why is it that if a man goes away or goes out for the night, it's not like the woman gets praise about doing it on their own? Dan left how many times at our last duty station and he left here....did I ever get you so owe Bobbie? No. I find it fascinating that as mom's it's just our job to stay home with the kids all the time but if we leave and go out and do something for ourselves we sometimes feel obligated to do something grand for our husbands we leave behind since we actually did something for ourselves. Dan and I don't have this kind of relationship. He says I need a vacation, he realises I "work" and need time for myself to be just me....not a mom, a wife, a cleaner....(yes I'm taking Bellies) but he expects nothing in return and I think that's great. I guess I'm pretty lucky he notices the little things I do....take him out lunch, get up and make him lunch and get his coffee ready, pick up little things I think he would like and in a sense take care of him. That in itself doesn't make me feel pressure to feel I need to give Dan a break. That and the obvious keeps popping in my head....he is after all their father....why should it be so out of the norm he cares for them 24/7?And besides...I wanted to go originally for 5-6 days, he told me to go the whole 2 weeks....and so we compromised and made it 11 days. He is actually, as well as the girls, looking forward to alone time with his big girls. It's a different dynamic in the house....I'm not here to make sure things go exactly my way....which is good....sometimes....at least 11 days okay.

I'm getting excited...a little hesitant....11 hour straight flight....12 hour drive....sometimes I think I should have just stayed in SLC but as Dan and I thought about it....since some won't/can't come out to see the kids, we spent the little extra so they could meet Isabella. I can still think....and dread right....and have positive vibes that she's going to be a star passenger. Oh...and please that she'll have no blow outs....like today.....YUCK!