I spent the week away from my kids. Yes, the whole week. My husband and I took our first vacation together-a cruise to Mexico. We dropped our boys off with family, got a more than sufficient supply of factor to send with them, packed a couple of bags and left our Mommy/Daddy personas behind.
To be completely honest, after the first day I missed them like hell.
It was nice staying out late and speaking to adults, I won’t lie. However, I couldn’t help but allow the ‘Anthony would dig this.’ thought to darken my vacation. By the last day we were more than anxious to be back in the States playing peek-a-boo and arguing over whether or not he can eat peanut butter and jelly for every meal.
I completely understand why parents go on vacation without their kids; I’m sure this won’t be our last ‘adult only vacation.’ But I also believe there needs to be middle ground. Whose to say my boys wouldn’t have LOVED being able to see fish under the clear blue water? Wouldn’t Anthony have gotten a kick out of kayaking? I’m fairly certain Michael has acquired a taste for sand and I could have helped him broaden his horizons to different types of sand! What I mean to say is that at the end of this all I am counting down to my next vacation, but I’m also planning on packing 2 more bags.