I need a vacation....or do I?

Either way, I'm taking one. My friend and I are going to Vegas to celebrate her birthday.

It's a girls-only trip so John and Bean are staying home. I do hate vacationing without my family. I can't help it...I'm addicted to them. Sue me! I don't mind the diapers and tantrums. I don't mind the snoring. I love it. It's part of who I am now.

And I'm sure I'll have fun when I get there but I am having a hard time getting excited about being without my husband and baby for four whole days.

I've never been away from Brooklyn over night. I'm woman enough to admit that my biggest fear is that I cry the whole flight out of town.

Be strong, be strong, be strong.