So I went on a little vacay, a brief hiatus from my daily obligations, if you will, and within 33 seconds of my arrival home I wasthrust back into the trenches as if I had never left. Ain’t that just a son-of-a-gun?
My parents are Snow Bird wannabes and have been in Arizona for the past month soaking up some major Vitamin D. We’ve had ridiculous amounts of rain, sleet and cloud coverage in my area so I jumped at the invitation to join them for 5 days sans kids and husband. Rarely, and I mean rarely, do most moms get the chance to escape servitude and focus on numero uno for a blissful 120 hours (not that I was counting). I even experienced a minimal amount of guilt at the prospect of leaving my little family alone but recovered quickly when I came to terms with the fact that I was spent mentally, physically and emotionally. A little jaunt in Arizona is just what the doctor ordered (along with the Xanax that made for a much more pleasant and, at times, giggly flight).
For five beautiful, sun-filled days I was Mindy “the Kid” again and it was amazing. Having cleaned coffee rings off end tables and diarrhea stains off tiny underpants for the better part of my adult-life I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be someone’s child and I have to say, I was getting pretty used to it. I drank coconut rum, lazily sipped coffee out on the lanai and spent hours by the pool building my tan while no doubt securing future wrinkles I could measure with a yard stick but it was all worth it.
And then I went home.
Folks, in case anyone is wondering, life does not exactly stop when mom leaves, it just gets messier. I got home at 9:45 p.m. and was putting dishes away at about 9:55 p.m. The initial “yay, mom’s home” wears off and the “mom, I don’t have any clean underwear” takes its place. The “honey, everything was fine while you were gone” is quickly followed by “but I totally forgot to send in the house payment…that’s fine, right?”
Leaving my family alone for a week not only filled back up my old depleted brain tank but also solidified my purpose in this life. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Although, I could handle a few more lazy mornings on the lanai.
Glad you had a great time…. you could have brought back some of that sunshine with you though, haha. Welcome back 🙂 See you Thursday!
I tried Wendy! But the sun refused to come home with me! =) Looking forward to Thursday!
Angelia Sims says
A getaway! Yay! Love the way you tell a story. 🙂
I guess hiding in the closet just isn’t the same as a lanai in Arizona? The kids always find me, but maybe you have a better hidey-hole than me. Ha. I know they are all glad you are home. Those hugs are the best.
Yeah, you pretty much have to leave the state to REALLY hide. =) And coming home is always a teensy bit bittersweet, but those hugs definitely make up for it!
aww that sounds blissful. every mom needs a little break every now and then right??
and why does it seem like things go to pot as soon as we walk out the door? but i agree – this is the best most important job ever and I wouldnt trade it for anything!
Agreed. On all of it. =)
Yay for you that you got the chance to get away and enjoy some alone time! The only thing I hate about vacation is coming home to find out how much I have to do as soon as I get there…yes, life just keeps on at the same pace but messier while we’re gone!
Like exponentially messier. I still haven’t wrapped my brain around that yet. =)
I call that vacation let-down. The fact that your life did not miraculously change (and become nine times more glamorous) while you were gone. But everyone needs the down time and recharge! Welcome back!
My life certainly didn’t get any more glamorous while I was away, that’s for sure. =) And a recharge was exactly what I needed…and coconut rum.