This is also, I believe, the first time since I got back from preparing the house in Jersey in December that I'm going away without my family. It's weird. For one thing, I have way less luggage than if the children were along.
I don't really like going away without my family. It's odd - I don't feel the stereotypical "need" to "get away from the kids" like many men seem to need. Even with all of the enforced family time we've gotten because of our continued unemployment, we still enjoy being around one another.
I know, I know... I haven't exactly had a traditional journey through fatherhood and family living. But, I hope, things would be similar if we did have a relatively normal situation. Eh. Whatever.
The biggest thing I'm looking forward to? Sleeping. Napping when I want, going to bed when I want, and not waking up with a new person in my bed. Sure, I'm looking forward to the competition, to singing tags and songs until all hours of the morning.... but I'm looking forward to the sleep even more.
Last night was rough. Younger Bro was up at 12:30, 1, 3, and 5:15. My saint of a wife took care of the earlier ones until 5:15, when she kicked me out of Ed to handle it. YB just wanted some playtime. Good thing he's cute. The good news was, he went back to bed from 7 to 8, when an epic poop (one of the "I'm not going to bother with a thorough wipe, you're going in the tub" poops) woke him - and, by extension, The Boy, up.
ETA in Lima: 4:50 this afternoon.
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