A little R&R
Around 5 months ago, Jon suggested we take a trip to Mexico this winter. We hadn't been in several years, and he predicted we would need a break by then. I felt an immediate wave of anxiety at the thought of leaving Carter for a week and I'm pretty sure I said no. I hadn’t spent more than 2 nights away from him, and a whole week, in a whole other country, both of us, felt like SO MUCH. I never once doubted his care in our absence – our mothers are so great with him and have fortunately spent every other Friday with him since he was tiny. I never doubted his happiness either – the grandmas just might pull out more smooches and hugs and treats than I am known to do. But I did worry that he would miss us and be confused as to why we weren’t around. And probably more so, I was worried about how sad I would be away from him that long. Nonetheless, I knew this would be good for us all, so we booked the trip. After all, we are travel people. Pre- Carter, we typically went somewher...