What's a mom to do?

A few weekends ago, Mr. Fliz and Micro went to visit family in the East Coast, while I spent four nights all to myself. The first in forever, and the longest time my family and I have ever been apart. It was also Mr. Fliz's first time traveling alone with our toddler. 

I'm glad to report that both the outgoing and return flights went exceedingly well for Mr. Fliz. Lucky him. Of course, I had been a little anxious about them leaving me. Separation anxiety can be hard. I also had to remind myself that I needed to treasure this time to myself before Micron's arrival and that being a great mommy means spending some quality "me" time. 

So what's a mom to do? I didn't plan anything too crazy. I had entertained the idea of checking into a hotel for a night away to feel like I was on a mini-vacation (but decided that I should save some $), or do a spa outing (but forgot that I had a pre-natal massage lined up to use when they get back--but, hey, there can never be too many pampering treatments for a mom, right?), or go buck-wild and splurge on a nice pair of shoes or a purse (a, "Hey, I deserve to reward myself mom moment"). Well, I settled on not committing to anything and just letting the days dictate themselves.

I dropped my boys off at the airport quickly. As Mr. Fliz said, "like pulling off the bandaid." I didn't want to get too emotional and knew that looking at Micro's face as we waved good-bye, would hurt me more than him. Unfortunately, about the time they left I managed to catch a summer cold that had me needing to catch up on rest the first two nights they were away. I managed to go shopping one afternoon(yay, I actually used a PURSE!) without any interruption of someone needing to get their diaper changed, waddle after someone taking off, or worry about some grubby little hands touching everything in the store. It was peaceful and relaxing. Saturday, my best friend and I took a day to ourselves (yup, she left her kids with her hubby at home for the day) and drove to Sausalito for a delicious late lunch. As we ate outdoors on a beautiful sunny day, overlooking the marina, and soaking up some rays, I didn't even think about Micro or Mr. Fliz. That's not necessarily a bad thing, it just meant that I was finally relaxing. That night, I didn't get home till 11p.m.--which I can't remember when the last time I did that for myself was sans a kid. Sunday, Lola came over to help me unpack those pesky space bags that held all of Micro's old clothes and baby stuff. I had to make room to put out clothes for Micron's arrival. It was fun to re-visit all the newborn clothing that I hadn't seen in almost two years. It got me anticipating baby's arrival even more...or rather, the reality began to slowly sink in that there will be a new member to our family. Our unit of 4 (including our dog, Mo), would now grow by two feet.

When I saw Mr. Fliz and Micro at the airport, I was overjoyed. Micro yelled, "hi Mommy" with a huge grin and ran over to give me a hug. It was the best ending to a long weekend.