Rich and I spent last night away from home. It was only my third night ever away from the girls. Only their third night ever together without a parent in the same house. I missed them. I thought about what they were doing. I imagined what their reaction would be to certain things - like the new beach, the fancy hotel, lunch at a different restaurant.
I don't realize how difficult being a parent (and a parent to three the same age) is until I have a break. Rich and I could relax and talk and eat without interruption. I felt like a different person. We weren't the same couple.
I didn't sleep restfully last night and we quite literally spent half of today on the road so I'm wiped out. Rich is tired as well and the girls were off, which I expected would happen. We'll recover and return to our normal Monday routine tomorrow.
The girls asked a lot of questions regarding our night away. They wanted to know where we were going and if they could see pictures when we returned. As we were packing, Allie asked, "Do you need to relax without us? Do you need some time alone without us because we've been naughty?" She wasn't sad or upset when asking those questions. More matter of fact. I did chuckle and she smiled in response.
No one said this life was going to be easy. But look at these three. I can't want for more than I've been blessed with....
And now I need to find work clothes for tomorrow, make sure everything is ironed and pack my lunch. And, most importantly, be in bed early.
(I do plan to blog about our super-mini-vacation in more detail later.)