By: Kacie Bernstein
I am going on vacation…a REAL vacation, not a family trip. Being a parent means giving up weekly happy hours, not traveling as much, and not being able to run errands on a whim because the kids are napping. It also means unconditional love, constant cuddle time, and belly laughs every day! My husband is in a wedding…in the South of France! Before kids it wouldn’t matter where we went and how long we were gone for, but now the game has completely changed. We haven’t been on a real vacation since our honeymoon, and it is definitely needed.
We have been traveling with our kids since they were three months old to visit family, but right now a real vacation consists of two adults and the kids being dropped off with Grandma and Grandpa. My in-laws made it clear after a recent visit that our trip would need to be shortened due to my children’s severe attachment towards me. That might make some people upset but I was okay with it; after all, I was having severe anxiety about leaving them for more than a week. That being said, I finally had time to fantasize about my upcoming adult time. Drinking wine all day, staying up late, sleeping in, and simply getting to do whatever I WANT for 168 hours!
As excited as I am about this new found week of freedom, I am still a mom and will miss my kids tremendously. My husband understands that we will be checking in daily and that I will probably cry often. Wish me luck, and I will be sure to update you after our European Rendezvous!