I took an 8 minute vacation today.
I love spending time with my kiddos. My husband and I work full time and I cherish the time I have with them before and after work.
On the weekends, of course exhaustion sets in at about 2pm. Our 3 year old and 17 month old wake up at 6am ready to go and it’s basically non-stop. But I don’t need to tell you about that do I?
So this afternoon we’re in the park with all three kids (1 is a dog). After we all play for a while I say I’ll take the dog back to our place, across the street, and we’ll all go to the playground. There were a slew of kids there and I didn’t feel like dealing with finding a place to put her out of reach of grabby kids. As I was leaving the park, alone, with the dog, my husband minding the two kids, who had not napped, yells: “Enjoy your vacation walk!”
Yes, that 8 minute walk to our place and back, was a vacation of sorts. But I missed the crazy that only comes after a weekend of crazy followed by an afternoon of no naps. Tell me you know what I’m talking about.
