Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder … I Hope!

Last week, I hit my breaking point.  Nine weeks of continual family togetherness is not for me.  I feel smothered.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my boys … I just don’t want to be with them 24/7.  Frankly, I don’t want to be with anyone that much.  Not my husband, not my kids, not even my best girlfriends.  I need my space.  I need time to decompress and recompose myself.  I need time to be alone.



Apart from a few weeks of day camp, the boys and I have spent nearly every day and night together.  Tensions have started to run high and tolerances low.  But not this week.  This week I got a break because my kids have been in New York with their grandparents, attending a basketball camp.  Yes, that’s right.  No kids for six whole days … JACKPOT!

You’d think that a kid-less week would mean that I went on a romantic vacation with my husband or at least partied every night and slept in the next day.  Not quite.  Here’s the reality of it:  Not having kids home for six days meant that the house was quieter, the grocery bill was smaller and the laundry was less daunting.  It meant I could go to the gym each morning and not have to rush home.  It meant I could talk on the telephone with my girlfriends without being interrupted.  It meant I could write on my own schedule, not someone else’s.  It meant I could get shit done (like refinish a dresser and reorganize my closet).  It meant six consecutive dates with my husband (nothing fancy, but exactly what we needed).  It meant I could recharge, recenter and refocus myself … and just be.


Cheesy date night selfie.

I am forever grateful to my wonderful parents for giving me this week-long break.  They are awesome and probably in need of their own vacation right about now.  That said, I selfishly wish I had six more days because these past six flew by!  But I will be happy to see my boys tomorrow … I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder.

Maybe next year if we’re lucky enough for my parents to take the boys again for a week, I’ll plan ahead and book a romantic couples vacation.  Or maybe not.  As a mom, just having time to myself is a vacation.

Now let’s see if we can make it through the final two weeks of summer before school starts.


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