The Hubbs and I took a mini vacation from work: Three days sandwiching a weekend for five whole days off. (Well, day care was taking those days off, and we were burned out and needed a break, so we took those days off too.)
We didn’t have anything specific planned aside from the weekend: BBQ with my college friends and my mom’s birthday. Aside from that, we had nothing. Nada. Zilch.
It was lovely.
I pretty much took a break from the interwebs — I tend to do that sometimes. It annoys my husband. Instead, I focused on friends and family and tossing my 2-year-old onto my bed so often that my arms ached for two days.
- The kids’ faces each morning when they realized we were staying home. Again.
- Taking the boy to IHOP for his first restaurant breakfast.
- Seeing his face when that giant pancake was plopped in front of him.
- Hanging out and catching up with friends — all of whom I don’t see nearly enough.
- Watching my son’s face light up when we get to grandma and grandpa’s house.
- Watching my parents’ faces light up when they see the kids.
- Getting to spend quality time as a family.
Funny how your ideals change as you get older/have a family. I used to want to travel to exotic locales and lounge on the beach.
While that still sounds like fun, I’d rather be building sandcastles with the boy or taking him to see a train somewhere.
Getting old is funny that way.