This past weekend marks the longest mommy vacation I have ever had in 14 years years.
If I have had a mommy break it must not have been all that significant, as I cannot remember it. I’m positive I have never been away from my kids this long for the sole purpose of enjoying myself. Years ago, I took a few business trips when my oldest was a baby, which I’m positive was traumatic for me, because 1. I can barely remember it and I’m pretty sure I haven’t left my kids since and 2. I was so young. That alone is traumatic!
But, this weekend? I will always remember. In fact, I will make sure I never forget!
Both of my boys went with my in-laws for a weekend in Orlando. They left Friday around 12, and they’re still not back. It’s Monday, 8:58am.
Don’t get me wrong, I miss my kids so bad I could cry right now! But, I needed this. We needed this.
“We” being my husband and I. This past month has been challenging. Not for any particular reason, but hubs and I have been bickering a lot. It seems like we’re always on opposite sides of the playing field. We’ve argued in front of the kids so many times I’ve lost count. I get frustrated because I’m sure he never understands me or my opinions or feeling, he gets aggravated with me because I think he doesn’t ever understand anything and the tornado just keeps twisting and twisting. Lately, we’ve both been exhausted.
When I knew this weekend was approaching, I began to get anxious. I was so afraid that the feelings of frustrations wouldn’t clear, and that I had finally reached the point in my marriage when I had become one of *those wives*. The wife who can’t stand her husband. We’ve always gotten along great, laugh together, cry together, he’s my best friend! It was breaking my heart that there has been so much tension here lately.
I began to panic that there was no way this weekend would be fun. Date night was going to suck and conversation would be awkward. If this happened, ya’ll? I was going to fall into a pit of deep depression. I’m just sayin’.
But, alas. The drama was all in vain. The thoughts in my head cleared and we had a fabulous weekend.
It’s confirmed. I still love my man. In fact, I may have just fallen in love with him all over again. We laughed, we connected, we ate
a lot. We drank a lot. We had sex a lot. But, there was an emotional reconnection too. It’s Monday morning and I’m still in my PJs with tasseled hair. It’s like a Nicolas Sparks novel here.
It was without a doubt a weekend to remember.
Here’s a shot of one of the TWO nights we got to spend together.
We’ve both learned a very hard lesson. It’s so important to make time for our marriage. We don’t do it enough, but we’re going to start!