I'm making this pledge to me.
To my future family.
To my husband.
To everyone who is sitting around and checking their watches.
It's time for you to disappear.
This is the last time I'm going to see you for a while.
Our life is ready for you to go away for a bit and let something else, something magical, something loud, something time consuming, something life changing, come along.
I make this pledge for the next 30 days.
If these days come and go, and you show up again, I'll make the same pledge. I've made this commitment. We've made this commitment. We aren't screwing around.
Well, I mean, I guess we are. Different contexts, you know?
I will not get unnecessarily wrapped up in your appearance if you do make another one. I will not feel like down. I will ask you nicely to leave again.
Like a family member who needs some time to grow on his or her own, I'm setting you free in the same way. You'll be back eventually, but not too soon.
Stay away until it's actually time to come back. No early appearances.
So, this is it.
This is the end of my tolerance of you.
For a while, at least.
Catch you on the flip side.
As always, it's hip to be square, kids.