We leave tomorrow morning... very early.  For three entire waking days, I won't see my kids and my kids won't see either of their parents.  Freaking out would be the nice way to put where I'm at right now.

On one hand, I think it's probably good for the kids to spend enough time with their grandma that everyone stops being polite... and starts getting real.  (Hee, sorry.)  And it's definitely good for my husband to have some time off.  He's been a stay at home dad for more than three years and while it's the kind of job that doesn't so much offer a vacation package, he still more than deserves a break.

On the other hand, it's really hard to leave them, and there's no way to communicate those small things like exactly the right way to mix taco seasoning with plain yogurt to make dip for tortilla chips or just how to get two kids to bed in under thirty minutes.  But maybe what really scares me is how much of parenting isn't really about what I put into it, but is more about just putting a tiny damper on the chaos. 

And I sit here, hearing the new lullaby CD playing over the monitor in my son's room and think, who decided this creepy music was a lullaby???