Yeah, so, mighty, mighty good man David and I are taking our first vacation without The Kid. The last time we went on a trip just the two of us, it was our honeymoon, and we all know how that ended.
Spoiler alert! That’s not happening this time. We’re one and done. But I imagine you saw that image in the social media preview and thought, “HOLY SHIT! She’s knocked up again.” Sorry to disappoint you, my tens of readers. I’m sure you were looking forward to a whole, new slew of baby poisoning posts.
So anyway, two years ago, we took an amazing trip to Hawaii with Calvin, so hopefully he won’t mind if we got on one little trip without him.
For our first toddler-free vacation we are heading down the coast and staying at the Madonna Inn, going on the night tour of Hearst Castle and visiting the Firestone Walker Brewery, because – duh – beer. And if that sentence sounded like I was bragging, it’s because I kinda was.
We’re going to leave Calvin at home with Homer. Homer is almost 13 years old. I think our dog is old enough to watch a three-year-old kid. I’m sure it will be fine. I mean, what could go wrong?
I kid. Calvin and Homer are staying with my mom, and I’m sure they will be perfectly fine. However, there will be tears: him and me. While David has made several Calvin-free trips for work, I have been away from Calvin for exactly two nights about two years ago, and that’s it. And, after the first night, I called the next day sobbing, “What are you guys doing today?” I barely made it. I almost went home early. I have no doubt that I will text my mom a million times. “What are you guys doing now?” “Send me a photo.” I will miss My Boy terribly. At the same time, I’m really looking forward to sleeping in. I hope it’s everything I remember.