I'm heading to St. Louis Friday morning for a little girls weekend. I'm beyond excited to spend some quality time with some female adults. So I'm busy. Busy getting ready to leave. Cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, meal planning, kid-care coordinating, packing, cleaning, laundry, planning, cleaning. Everything needs to be in place before I leave. Or the world just might fall apart. I'm realizing that I really need to let things go. Evan is a very capable father. I'm awfully tempted to just pack my things and leave. Don't worry about all the little things. He knows where their closets are. And the fridge. And Target. After all, he went on a guys weekend a couple months ago. Here's how it went: he woke up Friday morning, threw some clothes in a backpack and left for work. That was the extent of his trip preparation. I'm going to reciprocate his faith in me. However, I will remember my toothbrush.