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I’m Leaving on a Jetplane

photo credit: Hand in Hand via photopin (license)
photo credit: Hand in Hand via photopin (license)

Thanks to the generosity of my parents, I’ll be flying home to see them for the first time in 2.5 years on Thursday. Without my husband. Or kids.

You may now take a moment to be jealous.

As the day quickly approaches I’ve begun compiling a list of things I will be doing while hanging out with my folks and twin sister in the small California beach town where I grew up. This is what I got so far.

1. Sleep

2. Eat enough Mexican food to put me into a cilantro-induced coma. Twice.

3. Sit on the couch.

4. Lie down on the couch.

5. Watch TV shows which aren’t animated or have cutesy songs.

6. Poop by myself.

7. Nap.

8. Write in silence.

9. Read in silence.

10. Shower for as long as I want.

11. Walk around barefoot without fear of stepping in pee.

12. Take the time to do my hair and make-up.

13. Have adult conversations.

14. Laugh a lot.

15. Relax.

16. Drive around with my Sissie with the radio turned up super loud while singing off-key.

17. Have I mentioned sleep?

18. Quietly contemplate where I wanna be writing-wise in the next year,

19. Breathe.

20. Miss my husband and kids.

 

5 thoughts on “I’m Leaving on a Jetplane

  1. Lianne

    2nd nap. Feet up. Sit on the beach. Lay on the beach. Breathe. Sleep. Sit and ponder – just because you can. Not worry about tripping over toys. Take a bath. Sleep.

    🙂 get some extra zzz’s for me, and tell your mom she’s an inspiration because she survived twins

    – a sleep deprived twin mom

  2. The Twin

    OMG YOU WILL BE HERE THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW!
    We will listen to many songs at ridiculously loud volume, whilst screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs.
    We will binge drink diet coke.
    We will binge eat all things food.
    If I’m sleeping on the couch so you can get the bed, I don’t see how you get to lay on the couch during the day, but we can hash that out later.
    We will gather our change, walk into McDonald’s, slap it down on the counter and say, “What can we get for all this?”
    We will say, “What the problem?” at least 12 times.
    We will drive mom crazy by picking on her.
    We will compare our yoga pants.

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