It all started with a joke. Nana and Megan were planning a trip to see Catherine in Montreal, and I (jokingly) said I wanted to go too. Within a few minutes, it was decided I would join them. And hubby insisted I go. I was joking! But then, the idea of getting away for two days started sounding like a good thing. So I agreed. Kerri, on the other hand, has been trying to convince me to either not go, or take her with me.
Last night Kerri asked yet again why I could not take her. Daddy told Kerri that I have never left her side. I quickly replied that was not true, there was that one time I was in the hospital for one day. And then Kerri immediately reminded me that there was also that one time I went to Florida by myself when she was small. Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that - but Kerri has an incredible memory.
I already booked the hotel. I have thought about cancelling at least a dozen times due to guilt. I am worried how well Kerri and hubby are going to manage without me.
Kerri asked me (yet again) what was I going to do while I was away. I really have no idea. I told her I would bring her back bagels, which she loves. But really - what will I do with twenty-something year olds and lots of time on my hands? More importantly, how am I going to keep up?
I could catch up on sleep, or reading. Or swim in the pool. I could go sightseeing, or shopping. Or I could observe what the younger generations do with free time and remind myself I was once young too. Nah, I was born old. But I have lots of experience as a designated driver! Ugh, why am I going? How can Nana and Megan possibly think that hanging around this old lady could actually be fun?
Life with Kerri is feeling a tad guilty.