where in the world is t'pon

Oh my peeps, I am predicting prolific postings ahead.  I am facing a weekend sans bebe and sans husband... I am taking a mental holiday.  That is right, this weekend the men of casa t'pon are going to have to make it without the homestead's namesake. I wish them luck. I would be concerned except that would take away from an entire 43 hours devoted to me.*

You see, this is my first overnight trip away from the Bean since his glorious appearing some 7.75 months ago.  Not a single day of his life has gone by in which he has not seen his mother's smiling face (or cringing, depending on the day... you get the point),  not a morning has gone by that he has not been greeted with food and play no later than 8 AM (in fairness, there were those 3-4 times that I made N. get out of bed at 6 AM with threats of never attempting to have children again, if you catch my drift), not a single night when he has not been rocked to sleep or gently fed by mama... all this would score me major points on Dr. S*ear's Amazing Attachment Parenting Race... but it is making t'pon a little fucking crazy.  Because, with all that quality togetherness comes a lot tantrums and shitty diapers and not a whole lot of fucking sleep. And let's be honest...  I am not an AP-kind of gal.

So, I took to the hills for some serious R&R at the spa with my bud, VeeDub.  I am a firm believer that there is no ill that a few days of total strangers rubbing your body can't cure.  Thus far, I have been scrubbed down and rubbed down and my jaw is just on the verge of unclenching.  There is not TV, but there is a wireless connection and electricity so my brain will get some quality attention as well.

And best of all, should my body betray me and wake me up at 6 AM because it is so conditioned to the abuse, like a twisted case of Pavlov's dog... I can give it the old fuck you, roll over and will myself back to sleep.  Or even better yet, I can waste all afternoon passed out at the pool in between letting these wonderful people practice their art.  And if I drool on the lounge chair, so be it.  Bean drools on everything I own...  I am just passing it forward.

The early observation on my Mom's Morning (and afternoon and evening and overnight x2) Out:

I miss them, but not enough to want to be there.  Yet. Talk to me in 12 hours though and I may be one big maternal mess.

* I will point out that N. has already requested that our fabulous nanny stop by from 1:00 - 8 PM on Saturday...  I kind of feel like that is cheating since that time covers two naps and bedtime... but once again, thinking those thoughts only punishes me by distracting me from my self-absorption.  We all do what we can to get by.

Comments

[buffi]

Yay for you! SugarBug was nearly 18 months old before I got away & it was only for one night. Have a fabulous, relaxing time. I won't tell Dr. Sears. I swear.

[Dutch]

N is going to do just fine. I hate to say it, but it's sometimes easier for guys to all the stuff that needs to get done when the mama isn't there as a lifeline (or a judge). I bet he and the Bean have a great weekend. And so should you.

[MetroDad]

A spa weekend without the baby sounds great right about now. Enjoy! You deserve it.