Well, go figure. Thanks, Mom and Dad! (wink)
When I wrote my previous post, I was in the midst of preparations. The "to-do" list kind of preparations. I wanted to make everything easy for my parents. I spent two weeks thinking through every detail - down to, "When you enter the house, the dog will either pee or throw up. Here are the towels and spray to use to clean up." (They didn't need them. The dog held out on throwing up until today . . . I got to use the towels and the spray.)
As the day of departure grew closer there was an even larger piece of anxiety spiralling around in my head.
Maybe you've been there before. After 11 years of raising children, my husband and I were going to be alone for 5 glorious days.
Uh-oh. Would we have anything else to talk about other than the children, church (his job), or Beachbody (my job, and the host of our trip)?
We woke the kids early on the day of departure after a late night of hanging out together - even if hanging out meant folding laundry, putting it away, and helping Mommy and Daddy pack. It was fun. They were excited to be going to a friend's house at 6:15 in the morning and had grand plans of waking our friend's children by jumping on their beds . . . not sure if that actually happened. I do think there was some early morning Wii action. Cool by us.
We kissed and hugged. Kissed and hugged again. And then, there were a few more kisses and hugs, and we were off to the airport.
Once at the airport we met up with other friends joining us for the trip, chatted, read a little and boarded the plane.
It was then that I realized I hadn't thought of the children ONCE since being driven to the airport . . . Clue #1 that perhaps we would NOT be discussing the children on the trip.
My husband had attempted to pack a book he was asked to read for work, but I replaced it with the Hunger Games. And, since we'd be international, there would be no texting anyone back, including a few people who had already sent him several work related texts. Clue #2 that perhaps we would NOT be discussing his job on this trip.
But, then there was Beachbody - the folks sending us on our adventure. We certainly couldn't look the gift-horse in the mouth.
After all, they foot the bill to give us total relaxation for 5 days (with a few hard-core workouts thrown in for good measure). So we participated in a bit of company chatter. And then, from noon to 7 everyday it was just us. No agenda. None.Thus, George and I found that our conversations outside of those brief business moments were centered entirely on . . .
We are now sold on the idea of getting away alone once a year. We know that we can do so without children or careers monopolizing our conversations. After 20 years, you just kind of wonder . . .
I wonder no more.
He's still the one, and the kiddos will just have to deal with Mom and Dad taking off for a bit each year.
If you haven't done so . . . I highly recommend it.
Joline Pinto Atkins is an actress who also uses the web as her world-wide stage and can also be founding writing at The Cuppa Jo, Workingmother.com, and is the founder and a contributor at Daily Fast Fuel. Joline is wife to one (phew - that's good to know) and mother of two amazing children, aged 11 and 7, who are both named after authors. Addicted to fitness, she is an Independent Team Beachbody Coach and sweats out any daily angst by exercising and P90X'ing, and longs for good books, vats of coffee, and an endless supply of buffalo wings - which she will not share with you. So, please, do not ask.