And they're off...

Take a deep breath, folks...

Kevin and I are off...out, gone, see ya, sayonara...or should I say hasta la vista. Tomorrow, we are lovingly dumping our baby off with the grandparents and we are heading to Cabo. For 5 blissful days we are going to sleep late, act silly, drink a few too many margaritas and eat way too much guacamole. I'm going to stick my feet in the sand, my nose in a book, and no one will hear from me until Monday. I don't want to drink anything unless it has a paper umbrella in it...and that includes my morning coffee. For 5 - count them, 1,2,3,4,5 - days I will have my arms all to myself. My day will not revolve around naps, meals, bottles, more naps, Cheerios, sippy cups, silly songs, rattles, poop, strollers, or drool. I will be a certified adult, doing adult things, having adult conversations about adult topics with other adults.

I am so excited I'm giddy.

Ok, yes, I will probably miss the Mini. In fact, I will probably miss the Mini more than I realize. I mean, good grief, I haven't spent a night away from him since he was born 9 months ago. Heck, I've never spent more than a couple of hours away from him. But, trust me...the kid will hardly know I'm gone. He's going to be living the sweet life with the grandparents...staying up late, eating junk food, watching late night TV. While I am living the sweet life laying in the sun, wearing a sombrero, eating chips and salsa, and sleeping like I did before the Mini came along.

So wave good-bye, we are all off for a vacation. And I feel quite certain that 5 short days - and a few margaritas - will go a long way to making me a better wife and Mommy.