Sienna, well
Short story, I have an understanding hubby.
Long story....it all started in December, when I flew with my son without hubby, and dealt with an early morning cancelled flight, which then became a "get on that flight there that's leaving in TWO minutes...with your exhausted hyper kid, two carryons, kid backpack, and carseat" flight. I didn't know I could move that fast, let alone install the seat on the plane that fast! Getting from the Ontario airport with all that plus another two checked bags was awful.
Spent 1.5 full days at DLR with DS, then hubby got there. Few days later hubby went back home (new job, no official time off but his boss let him have ONE day), and DS and I met my brother. We then spent NINE days at my childfree brother's pristine house, where he spilled water on my brother's fancy Duke basketball magazines, broke SIL's big Starbucks cup (which she expects me to replace b/c it was her Seattle cup...thankfully it wasn't her Sydney Australia Starbucks cup!), and was nuts. Even my brother, who likes Eamon but doesn't like children in general, knew that it was too long of a stay, and that he missed his papa. I was up late, up early...the Go To person all day every day. I'm not used to that; at home we have things nicely split.
When we got back home I was more exhausted than ever, and I kept crying b/c I was so tired and just needed a vacation. Luckily DH understood that while he got a little vacation, and got out of his daily routine, for me it was just the same old same old, just in a fun place like DLR (which does help, but we didn't bring our own stroller and DS needed me to carry him back to the Anabella every time we went back, so I was physically exhausted).
We had a getaway for me planned for me to go on the ladies only trip, but honestly, April was too far away and DH could sense that, and offered a trip earlier (also we had SW credits, which helped, and APs which also helps).
So here we are. Leaving Friday morning, returning Saturday night. This will be my first time away from DS. Ever. They have grand plans for their "boys party"...we have a little movie room with plush chairs and a big screen, in the apartment building, and they are going to watch a bunch of pixar in there. They'll eat popcorn and ice cream and have grand swordfights. DS and DH are going to have a terrific time, and I just hope that DH wears out DS so much that he doesn't get sad at bedtime (like I'm sure I will be!).
And the interesting thing is...DS doesn't seem to want to go to DL right now. The December trip...he had fun, but not as much fun as he did in September. I think it was to much for him.
And that was another thing I realized; I was pushing us too hard in December. Just go go go the whole time, and they weren't happy b/c they were tired, and I wasn't happy b/c they weren't with my program. Turns out I'm a bit selfish.
I realized that I either needed a personality transplant (not likely), to ignore my needs and wants for the sake of the collective (not likely for Disney...I've been making DS's wants and needs MY wants and needs for 3.5 years now, and I think we're both ready for me to get a skosh selfish), or to have small trips for myself to do as I want to, so that trips with the fam could be calmer.
So that's how I have gotten away with it. Mental health, really.
Hubby and I have our communication issues, but when it comes to things like this, he's got my back, as they say.
You never sleep the night before, and you can never sleep on the plane TO 
that way the parks would be less crowded Monday! Add the wonderful weather we have this week and maybe it will be empty!
