Aaaaaaaand we’re back. Hello there. How are you? Yes, it has been over a month since I last posted anything. No, that was not intentional. Honestly? I was just plum tuckered out. Exhausted. And the first brain cells to give up the ghost are always the creative ones. (Not that I have many of those to begin with.) There was nothing particularly different or more demanding of my time going on, other than a few back to back colds, but I found myself just struggling to keep up with basic life each day. Maybe it’s this whole “endless winter” that has been sucking the life out of our entire country. Who knows? The important thing is that I am currently undergoing the perfect treatment.
That’s right. As I type this (which is actually two days before you could be reading this. Hellloooo future!!) I am sitting in sunny Long Beach, California. Without kids. Yep, you read that right. For the first time ever, since becoming pregnant with Zoey, I am away on vacation without my children. And it rocks.
Don’t get me wrong; I love my children dearly. They are my world, as anyone who reads this blog is well aware. But in almost four years (longer if you count pregnancy) I have never slept one single night away from them. I was overdue for a break. And, by default, that means Zach has never had to be the sole caregiver for even a twenty-four hour period. Ever. Now he has both kids, all to himself, for a little over forty-eight hours. And of course, he happened to acquire a cold at the same time.
I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. But the excess Vitamin D I’m absorbing is making it hard for me to feel anything but deliriously happy. A lot of people told me I was going to miss the kids like crazy and not be able to sleep for worrying about how everything at home is going. Guess what? I slept great. I miss giving them a kiss at night and each morning, but I know I it’s a short trip. And I’m not worried in the slightest about how they will fare without me. Zach is an excellent father. He’s not “stepping into my shoes” while I’m gone. He has his own footprint on their lives and he’s very good at it. He’s their father, not a babysitter, and while the girls may miss me a bit, I’m sure they will be easily consoled and distracted by their Daddy.
So thank you, honey, for giving me the gift of this much-needed break. Thank you for being our rock, for taking this on without so much as a blink of the eye. You’re amazing. I’ll have (yet another) glass of wine in your honor. Cheers!