Gotta Want It Bad

Well, I'm home now. Did you miss me?

My girls' trip to Charleston? Umm, well, you know... FABULOUS!

But more on that later. I need to tell you how I kicked off my vacation. Man, oh man, I needed this getaway... badly!!!

In the days leading up to our trip, I was experiencing a heavy dose of mommy guilt and a wee twinge of wifey guilt. I should have been spending this time with my family, not running off to be with my girlfriends for four days... yes, FOUR DAYS!

I kept asking Hubby, "Should I go?"

"Yes."

"But-"

"You deserve to go. Have fun."

"Really?"

"YES!"

"Okay."

The day before I left was a blur of last minute errands, chores, lists, schedules, and reminders. I went to the grocery store, paid the bills, returned phone calls, and did the laundry. I just wanted to make sure everything would run smoothly while I was away.

As a result, I didn't end up packing my bags until Conan O'Brian came on and it took me an hour and a half to try everything on and match it to shoes and jewelry, get it in the suitcase, etc...

I was super prepared and about 97% packed by the time I went to bed, a mere four hours before I had to be up again...

This is how the next morning was supposed to go:

5:00 am- Wake up, shower, get dressed, place toiletries in suitcase. Put sleeping child into car. Leave.

6:00 am- Breeze through security because I was a good girl and put all my liquids in 3.4 oz sized bottles and secured them in a Ziplock brand plastic baggie. Get coffee, sit, read... leisurely wait to board plane.

And, this is how my morning really went...

5:00 am- Son wakes up HUNGRY. I don't manage to get into the shower until 5:30.

6:15 am- Still throwing together the very last of my crap. Son leans over my open suitcase and VOMITS!!!

6:20 am- Switching out clothes and trying to find another suitcase as mine now smells like rancid milk...

6:24 am- Give up search for another suitcase and scrub present suitcase with Lysol wipes. Toiletries bag can't be saved. Throw contents into large ziplock bag. (classy!) Still trying to find new clothes to pack...

6:34 am- On the road. Hubby swears he knows a shortcut to the airport even though we only live 10 minutes away. Doesn't matter, early morning rush hour already started. Just drive, damnit! Son dozes off in the back.

6:47 am- Witness passenger-on-passenger smackdown in security line.

7:10 am- Arrive at gate as they are calling my name. "Final boarding. Will Passenger GHD, please report to the gate. This is your FINAL call."

7:20 am- Sitting on plane, realizing that my mommy guilt has completely faded away.

Huh?! Imagine that.

I'm still trying to catch up, but I plan to post more on my trip the rest of this week. In the meantime, I'll leave you with this photo. It's the view from the balcony of our hotel room...

Our room had two balconies, actually...