Sean and I finally went away for the weekend for the first time in almost five years. Sean’s parents stayed with the boys, and we went to Maastricht, – a marvelous town in the south of the Netherlands.
We had such a good time, I didn’t particularly want to come back. It was unbelievably refreshing to spend time together with my husband without our offsprings. It was so exciting to have each other’s undivided attention, sleep in, and be able to use the toilet when I wanted to (versus not having time to pee and having to wait for hours until I was reminded of the forgotten almost exploding bladder by a sudden sharp pain in my belly).
I very much enjoyed my time on that toilet, leisurely relaxing my body and not having to involuntarily stop the natural process of what I was doing and run to the rescue of a screaming, desperate, abandoned-for-two-minutes child somewhere in the dangerous jungle of the living room.
It was delightful to slowly have breakfast, sipping on our coffee, and chewing the delicious food that someone else made for us. And take our sweet time. Enjoying the uninterrupted bliss of a peaceful winter morning. Every. Second. In peace and quiet. No sweet, high-pitched voice yelling something into my face. Quiet and peace.
I felt bad for not feeling bad for not missing my children like crazy. I did miss them, but it was more like “I-could-enjoy-this-time-another-two-or- three-days-alone-with-Sean-thank-you-very-much-miss-them.”
So, we decided to get away on a regular basis. Now that I have tasted freedom, there is no turning back.
I still think I am a great mom. I am still madly in love with my little men. I am just rested and hence a bit more satisfied with the life I chose to have – the beautiful, hard, fun, amazing, tiring, full of wonder, intense happiness, and heavenly joy life of a mother.
