Enough was enough. Diapers, formula, toys everywhere, unending dishes and laundry, driving here there and everywhere for preschool, playgroups, appointments and visits. Constant (though endearing) nagging by an ultra-high-energy three-year-old (“More Mini Wheats please!”; “Daddy, come play!”; “I don’t want to nap!”; “Bum-wipe please!” etc., etc.), and incessant demands from an eight-month old who had just learned how to grunt commands (translations: “gimme food!”; “gimme that toy!”; “gimme cuddles!”; etc. etc.)…
We needed a break. So we took one. Hubby got his folks to come down and “spend some quality time” with the kids (aka: “free babysitting”), and we jumped in the car and drove away without looking back!
Ok. Well, it wasn’t quite that spontaneous, but an escape from kids never really can be. Hubby and I had taken a trip this time last year to New Orleans, and it was the best five days we’d spent in years. It worked out that we’d both have this time off again this year, so we planned a nice trip to New York City. Of course, this was before Hurricane Sandy. Not wanting to be total pricks by expecting a city still picking up pieces from a major natural catastrophe to drop everything and show us a good time, we chose to just go somewhere up here – Montreal.
We’ve planned to stay for five days – so far we’re on our fourth, and we’ve had a great time so far. We’re staying at a B&B in the village, and hubby took it upon himself to organize our every waking moment – perfectly optimizing our tourist experience. 😐 So far, we’ve made excellent use of our three-day Metro passes, gotten in lots of walking and jogging, taken in as much history of the city as we can handle, not to mention lots of awesome food. Tonight, we will enjoy some music at Place des Arts, then up to the ‘Mountain’ (it’s a hill, but Montrealers apparently get in a tizzy if you call it that) for a jog tomorrow morning, and then back home to the boys in the afternoon.
Some parents we know haven’t had a night away from their kids in six years. They talk about a feeling of guilt that descends upon them when they even contemplate leaving their offspring, to go out and have fun. Of course, we also know some parents who still get out two to four times per month, unwilling to sacrifice their life style from the ‘good old days’ of clubbing and drinking. Hubby and I fit pretty comfortably in the middle, I think.
We both understand the value of taking a break. Sometimes a break can be as little as one hour – one of us stays at home with the boys while the other goes food shopping (yes, food shopping can feel like a break, if done sans enfants). Or at the other extreme, a break is both of us heading to New Orleans or Montreal for a week. Regardless, the time away is undeniably therapeutic and restorative. As much as I love my boys, and love my house, the chaos-that-is-my-life just gets to be too much at times – it’s all trees, and I can’t enjoy the beauty of the forest.
Right about now – four days into our getaway – we are starting to pine after the boys, wondering what they are doing, and giggling like school girls as we recall their antics – antics which we were not finding so terribly amusing as they occurred. And just now, Hubby couldn’t resist – he called home just to hear our eldest son’s voice. Both father and son were tickled pink to hear one another (with our youngest son squealing away in delight, in the background). And so our trip has done the trick: we are ready to go home now. Refreshed, renewed and in love with our two little rascals again.
So, take a break from the kids every now and then, eh? It’s worth it – for everyone!