Vacation without Family

So, I don't need advice, and this is not a rant post either. Just a place to kinda get this all off my chest and maybe feel ok about what I feel.Today, I am leaving on a week vacation to see my best friend. She lives in Alaska so that is quite the trek from the Midwest where I live. I have not one single load of laundry left for my husband to deal with, and 80% of it is folded (that is the real accomplishment if I'm being honest).I am super excited to not have to wake up and be on a tight schedule to get our kids from bed to daycare. I'm excited to take a break from my job where I deal with a great deal of death and grieving families - yay no e-mail access and awesome co-workers. I am excited to spend time with my friend that I miss deeply. I am excited to go on hikes and not have to pack diapers, snacks, and plan food stops/bathroom breaks along the way. I am excited to not have to think about my dishwasher and how many dang sippy cups are clean/not clean. I am excited to not have to plan meals that involve protein, fruits, and veggies or battle a four year old on trying something on his plate (not cleaning his plate, but just a taste). I am super excited to not have to give up my phone for a diaper change or practice wwe moves while doing a diaper change on an almost ready to potty train 2 year old - actually just diaper changes in general - yeah - all of that!I am really worried about missing my husband and kiddos tho. My oldest just broke his arm one week ago, and I worry about him. I worry about my two year old getting into too many things bc he is the explorer of our family, and if there's something he shouldn't be getting into, he is in it already. I'm worried about my husband feeling overwhelmed bc let's face it, that person in your corner is there if you get overwhelmed or if you need to vent or just need a minute to go to the bathroom without your kiddos climbing all over you. I'm worried about my oldest and drop offs. Since he broke his arm, he has had some problems with drop offs in the morning - which I understand. I am worried about what I will do if something happens to any of them and I am not home. I cried loading the stupid dishwasher last night just letting my anxiety build up and break the flood gates.So I am happy and anxiety ridden. Doesn't really make sense, but I think that is most of parenting. Ugh... Love those little poops so much, and I very much love my husband... but I'm excited for some time. Everything will be ok. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2JXAb0w