Adios Muchachos!

By the time you read this I will be on my way to SITScation and the beautiful city of Las Vegas (leaving home @ about 4am!).

I'm going to see the sights (if I'm lucky that will include numerous bars and Justin Timberlake's dressing room).

I will meet some VIP people (I consider big baller bloggers to be VIPs, and, of course, Justin who is about as VIP as you can get and still be human).

I will grow as a blogger, and possibly as a human (since I'm convinced that having the chance to lay my hand on the ankle skin of Justin Timberlake as I reach up on the stage like an obsessive teenager will undoubtedly change who I am as a person).

I will get some rest (on the plane).

I will enjoy some me time (and by me I mean me and BFF since we will be traveling together, rooming together, and partying together for three straight days; and yes I will be surprised if we are still friends following this excursion).

And, I will miss my kiddies like nobody's business.

I don't think I'm the best mama on the block or anything (okay maybe on this particular block), but I'm thinking they are gonna miss me too. Not because of my winning personality or my soothing, melodic singing voice, but because of my ability to serve a meal, change a diaper, correct homework, text, answer the phone, kiss a boo-boo, rush to the potty to wipe a dirty butt, and laugh at really bad jokes simultaneously without injuring anyone (that one time I dropped the baby really shouldn't count because I was totally sabotaged by one of #2's booby traps that he strategically places throughout the house hoping to catch me off guard).

They, and more importantly, their father, are going to get a pretty clear picture of what life without mommy is going to be like, and I don't think they are gonna like it.

At least, I hope they don't.

I don't want them to have a miserable time or anything while I'm gone, I just don't want them to have a great time either.

Call me selfish, but I'm under the impression that mom is a pretty hot commodity around here and should they have an amazing mom-free weekend I'm afraid my stock is gonna plummet.

And, I really don't want to be the owner of worthless stock.

I'm just hoping they have a few moments of full blown insanity so that they recognize my value.

Is that so bad?

It's really Hubby I'm concerned about.

He will either hate my guts or love me more upon my return.

Either way I consider this a win because both emotions prove one thing: that I am awesome.

And really, that's all I'm looking for.

A little recognition.

And, if it takes me going on a four day trip to the city of sin to gamble, party, hang out with famous celebs and participate in the most awesome, inspiring, and fun GNO of all time, then you know what, so be it.

A momma's gotta do what a momma's gotta do.

And this momma's gotta shake her money maker in Vegas.

But, I can't leave without dedicating Thursday Thank You to the people who have made this whole trip possible: My dudes because without them there'd be no parenting BY dummies, there'd just be a coupla dummies, and no one would like that.

I wrote this poem for them and left it with their Daddy to be read aloud tonight before bed.

So they can have a piece of me when they are missing me the most, and because Mama Kat said to write a poem for your mama, but I figured a poem from your mama would be just as good!

Dear Dudes, I've written you a little poem to thank you for being my daily inspiration. Without you I'm not sure who I'd be.

Roses are red,
some cats are black.
Life without you,
would be pretty wack.

I'm telling the truth,
when I tell you this,
some days are sucky,
as sucky as piss.

Some days I wanna,
go jump offa roof.
I find myself wishing,
you 3 would go poof.

But, some days are awesome,
as awesome can be.
I feel like I'm dreaming!
Are these kids for me?!

It's these days that make
the suckys worth living.
It's these that inspire,
my heart to keep giving.

I've come to appreciate
even days made of piss.
They are just part and parcel
of my life, of my bliss.

So, naughty monkeys,
remember these words,
I'm still gonna love you,
when you act like turds.

I'm still gonna want you,
when you make me mad,
I'm still gonna hug you,
when you act like your dad.

My heart's been abducted,
by three boys in blue,
And, no matter my effort,
I just can't quit you.

I know it's cheesy and corny and silly and stuff (which means it's perfect for my little people), but after spending an hour crying myself to sleep last night it's the best I can do to express how much I'm gonna miss them.

Wish me luck!