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TALES FROM MEXICO: TEARS, FEARS, AND MARGS

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It’s official, it takes me 7 full months to get my swagger back after giving birth: To get the bounce back in my step, to venture into my closet and try on the good stuff, to have fun shopping for new clothes, to work out for real, not for fake, and to start getting cat-calls from construction workers (okay this happened 1 time in 4 years but whatever I’ll take it).

When I was pregnant with The D Man we got a Save The Date for a wedding in Mexico. ¬†Hubby and I agreed that by then we would both probably really need a vacation. ¬†The time has arrived and we¬†were right, we both really, really need a vacation. ¬†But to be honest,¬†I hate leaving my kids. I hate it. ¬†{Even for a private resort in Mexico.} ¬†It’s not that I’m worried about them, they¬†are in great hands with my parents. ¬†It’s the irrational thoughts that get me: Will something happen to us on vacation? ¬†Will the baby remember me when I get home? ¬†What if I miss a major milestone? ¬†I convince myself it’s not smart to leave for weeks before we leave. ¬†Hubby tells me I’ll feel better once I get there and he’s right; but it doesn’t make the days leading up to the trip any easier…

I dropped Miss P. off at Pre-school the other day and the guard (#citykid) asked what my Memorial Day plans were. ¬†I told him we were going to Mexico for a wedding without the kids. ¬†In his signature (beautiful) Jamaican accent he sang back “Ya gunna go that far ‘way?? You gunna have kids waitin’ for ya here naw so you best gunna be safe and come back to us in one piece, ya hear?” ¬†Oh dear sweet man who is just trying to be nice how I want to punch you in the face right now. ¬†I cried the entire car ride home, got there and rescheduled all of my work, turned back around and picked her up. ¬†I called a last minute babysitter for The D Man while he napped and ¬†took her to get her nails done for the first time:

securedownloadWe chatted about me being in Mexico with Daddy and how I was going to miss her and think about her when I woke up in the morning and again at lunch and dinner and when I went to sleep every night. ¬†I told her if she missed me to look up at the sky and remember that Mommy was going to be looking up at the same exact sky and maybe even the same stars if she could see them (#citykid, #smog). ¬†The little devil on my shoulder rolled her eyes and¬†mumbled It’s 4 days sister, get a grip. ¬†Miss P.¬†looked up at me from getting her nails painted and asked “I get to play with Vovo and Grandpy?” When I said yes she looked back at her nails and replied matter-of-factly, “Ya. That’s good. ¬†We’ll do great Mommy.”

So I’m gunna borrow some of my 3 year old’s confidence, couple that with my new found swagger, and go own this trip.¬† I’m gunna post annoying pictures on Instagram with my toes in the sand and a Marg. in my hand with captions like “The weather is here, wish you were beautiful.” ¬†I’m gunna¬†do things like drink a glass of champagne on the plane, go pee all by myself, and¬†sleep in until at least 7am.

Watch out, tiny little resort in Mexico – this mama is comin’ for you.

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