I just booked flights for myself and my dear friend Brooke. We are going on a beach vacation. Without our husbands. Without our children.
I really can't even believe that in August I will be spending 3 days eating (without cutting up anyone's food), reading (without being interrupted after half a page), knitting (perhaps something that requires actually counting to follow a pattern and not just another scarf), and talking for hours with the friend who has known me the longest. When I start thinking of all the things I'm going to enjoy I actually start feeling guilty. Like I'm not thankful enough for the little people that need their food cut up and talk my ears off all day every day. I really am thankful for them. I adore every moment with them- that's why I'm partially paralyzed by the fact that I'm not going to see them for 3 days. The longest I have ever been away from both Pete and the kids was about 30 hours when I went to a Hearts at Home conference. Then Pete and I went to New Orleans for two or three nights when I was pregnant with Maddie. Besides those occasions I am ALWAYS with my children. Every now and then I need an evening out, but after a few hours I am so ready to be with them again! This is huge for me and I really don't even know how to feel. Grateful to my husband, for sure, who is taking a couple days off to watch our babies so that I can do this. I'll let you know how it goes.