No big deal

I can suck it up and deal. I mean, they're only two fully grown adults, acting like children. But it's only for a few days. So I'm going to optimistically say, at least I'll have my boy. And the ocean. And the sand between my toes.

I'm finished with the idea that I have to prove myself to them.
The only thing I'll be proving is that he's happy, I'm happy, and there's nothing they can do to screw it up.