This past weekend I did not leave my kids with grandma so that I could go away with just my husband for a much-needed vacation at the Ritz-Carlton hotel. We did not eat at elegant restaurants, take long walks on the beach, swim in the pool, or relax in the jacuzzi. We most certainly did not enjoy the silence of a hotel room without children running around and demanding our attention every.single.minute of the day. And I wasn’t in such a hurry to escape the house that I left my good camera behind so that all that we have of our wonderful weekend together are a few lame photos taken on our cell phones. Nope, not me!
And when I got home and all of my little ones came running up to me and wrapped their arms around my legs and my waist, telling me they missed me SO MUCH …. I did not realize that I missed them, too. And I was not very happy to be home.
And not two minutes later, when brothers started bickering over lost couch space, two sisters started fighting over whose mess it is in their shared room, the five year old started asking me for food, and the three year old stood at my feet whining for me to pick her up, I did not find myself wishing I was back at the hotel.