Eric and I just got back from a mini vacation without the kiddos….
I’m a firm believer in time away alone…you know, to talk and laugh together, remember why we fell in love before all these little people came into our lives, and of course, to have fabulous uninterrupted sex….
And honestly? Summer has kicked my ass. I am so fucking exhausted and ready for school to start so I can have some peace and quiet. I have almost no time alone and end up yelling at the kids just so I can go to the bathroom without them staring at me.
So when Eric and I had a chance to go away for a couple of days I was prancing around the house singing with joy at the chance to get away…
And then it happens…as it inevitably does….
I end up missing the little brats…
I feel badly about leaving the four monsters behind….
Only a couple of hours into the trip and I want to talk about how much fun they would all have and how Hopie is going to sad that she’s not seeing the fireworks with us…
Jack’s going to miss Splash Mountain. Brookie won’t get to see the parade and Blake won’t get to go on Toy Story Mania…
The guilt starts to overpower me…
I feel like the world’s worst mother for going to have fun at Disney without them. I feel awful for being such an awful grump about summer and not having any quiet time in the house…
I think about maybe turning back and going to get them so we can experience the Disney magic together…
But just when my guilt was reaching an all time high that’s when Eric opened up the door to our hotel room at The Dolphin where we immediately had amazing sex followed by an amazing nap…
And when I woke up I could hardly remember what I was upset about in the first place….
















