Before I knew my son, Jack, would be around, I booked a girl’s trip to the beach. If I had known I would have a three week old and a fourteen month old, I would have never dreamt of a vacation – especially without kids.
However, my husband, who is the kindest man in the world, insisted that I go. It took a lot of discussion, and an obsessive amount of prepping and scheduling, but I agreed to go.
I don’t care how much you love your kids, everyone needs a break. Sleeping without interruption is almost as glorious as eating without stopping to change a diaper. The timing of this one may not have been perfect, but is it ever, really?
To prepare my house, I cooked and froze meals, hired a nanny to help while I was gone, and I took one of my three dogs to the kennel.
But, my husband called his mom and asked her to come. What a great idea. Not only was she super supportive, but I think she was also looking forward to it! (Or at least she’s a really good actor.)
So here I am… On the beach… Laughing, eating and sleeping… I am being so careless, I got a sunburn yesterday… Gasp!
I’m still not sure that going was the proper decision because I miss my family like crazy. I am confident that everyone will change just a little bit while I’m gone and I hate to miss a single thing they do.
But, this has been a fabulous trip and I am so grateful to my husband and mother-in-law for the encouragement to go. And to my friends for reminding me that it’s okay to be gone.
Do you travel without kids? How do you do it?