I am leaving tomorrow for a weekend camping/music adventure in upstate NY. Without Wyatt. I will be gone from Friday morning until Sunday night. It is the longest time I will have ever left Wyatt, to date. Ever. 60 potential hours of freedom. I am feeling apprehensive about it but also wildly excited. Its a weird land to be in. Total opposites. I'll be excitedly hopping around packing, looking forward to being a dirty hippie one minute to squeezing Wyatt so hard he can barely breathe and wondering what cute things I am going to miss the next.
He'll be fine. In the loving care of 4 grown adults with "no rules cause Momma's away." With all the attention my family will throw at him, I doubt he will even know I am away.
Then again, he tried to convince me to bring him with me today. We were shopping for supplies:
"Momma, where are you going camping?"
"Hunter, NY. Its on a mountain."
"I love camping!"
"Yeah I know you do, bud. But this time its not really for kids."
"Most kids can't go because they can't climb the mountain but I can! I climb mountains when we go cut christmas trees."
"I know you do. But our tent is too little."
"We have another tent. We can bring 2 tents!"
"Maybe bud. Maybe"
When we got home he wanted ice cream for dinner because there are no rules. "Not yet bud. Not yet."
More to come. Hopefully, much, much more.
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