Monica and I get along pretty well. First of all, I don't really know who she doesn't get along with or who doesn't like her. (The same can be said for Matt.) She's just a cool chick that doesn't let stereotypes or judgements get in the way of getting to know someone. She doesn't trash other women's outfits when we go out just because they wore something a little out of the ordinary, or because they might be a bit chubby. And if she has a strong opinion about something, it's usually pretty damn warranted. We like to do the same things, go the same places and eat the same shit. Of course, there are differences too, but we both except each other for who we are. She joked with me a few months ago that we should probably just get pissed at each other and have our first fight now so it doesn't happen on the trip and ruin the whole thing. I don't know if I could be mad at her if I tried. Jr's pretty lucky. She's even changed him into a better man. This is when the family realized she's definitely a keeper and obviously a genie. And she gets my sarcasm and doesn't second guess every tiny thing I say. If she and I went out and didn't say two words to each other for awhile, she wouldn't assume she did something wrong. That is damn refreshing that we can just chill out somewhere. It's probably because we always have someone or something needing our attention. It's true that having Britain was one of the most rewarding and exceptional things I've ever done. But, especially in my line of work, kids can be a bit wearing. 
Even though I warned Matt almost a year ago that she and I would be going away, I think it's finally sinking in this week because he has been SOOO grumpy. Of course this also has to do with the fact that his employer just makes up random shifts for him however they see fit and his sleeping pattern is fucked. On top of that, we haven't been away from each other this long since...well, ever. But absence makes the heart grow fonder, or at least he'll realize how much shit I do around the house and how being with Britain 24/7 is kind of a big deal. Sorry but I don't feel the least bit guilty. I deserve this. I need this. OK, I feel a bit guilty. 
And no I haven't packed yet.
I wouldn't call myself a procrastinator, but I DO wait on certain things. One of them is packing or getting ready for something I am really looking forward to doing. When Matt and I went out for the first time, he picked me up and I had been ready for at least a half an hour (not because he was late, but because I was ready way too early). It was EXCRUCIATING! I was constantly checking the mirror, the door, my phone, the channel guide. It felt like an eternity. And my nerves were shot by the time he rang the bell. I need a great sleep tonight since I plan to leave so early. So, really my goal is to be so exhausted from rushing around and packing that I'll fall asleep right next to my luggage, a backwards "Samsonite" tattooed on my face in the morning.
Just know I love you, Babe, and I'll miss you and Brit immensely...for different reasons, of course.
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You better bring my woman home soon. The box of Cheerios I dumped on the kitchen floor won't feed them for long.
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