My husband is going on a fishing trip…for 10 days.
Did you hear me? 10 days! I’m going to be a single parent for 10 days. I’m completely freaking out.
I haven’t even told you the worst part.
He’s taking Gabe!
My biggest helper, the one who keeps me sane when Matt’s not around, is going on the trip too!!
I’m going to be without both of my rocks for 10. whole. freaking. days.
It’s not for 3 more weeks but I’m already anxious about it.
I know, realistically, that I’ll be fine. But they won’t even be able to call or email because they’re going to be in such a remote area of Canada. I’ve never been more than 4 days without seeing them and I’ve never been more than a day or two without at least talking on the phone!
My baby! He’s going away for 10 days! My hubby!! He’s going away for 10 days!!
The trip is a great opportunity for them. It’s just Matt, his Dad and Gabe going fishing for over a week.
But what about me?????
Just promise me something. Don’t count the wine bottles in the recycling that week, ok?