Yes, I know they must come to an end, but why, oh why, must that end come so quickly? My wonderful girls’ weekend, planned for almost two months, just came and went and if it weren’t for the photos I’d wonder if it happened at all.
A bright beach house in one of the most beautiful places this state has to offer, three good friends and a collective supply of yarn, knitting needles, embroidery floss, beads, fabric and a sewing machine were important ingredients for such a treat. But the essential ingredient was: no kids (I’m not counting the delightful 10-year-old who quietly drew sunsets and practiced her embroidery technique and who was, most importantly, not mine).
Now, faithful readers of this blog (all three of you know who you are) will not doubt my love for my children when I say this: Almost 48 hours without hearing the word “mom” was delicious. The peace, the quiet, the ability to sew, read or even speak without interruption was truly heaven. Heaven, I tell you.
And as much as I do dearly love these little people, I felt near tears at having to return home (and was not the only one). That’s okay, right? I think he trip was just not long enough. It was a tiny little taste and left me wanting more. Maybe it’s a sign I need to take more time to myself on a daily or weekly basis. Something to work on, I guess. Something for everyone to work on.
