Do you ever find yourself reminiscing about the days before kids? Thinking of how free you were to do anything you wanted without worrying about anything else besides yourself? Sounds like a distant memory until you find yourself without your kid for a week. That’s right guys, I got a whole week off from being a mom.
As some of you know, I live in Europe. That means when I come back to the US to see my friends and family it’s usually a rat race trying to see everyone in a short amount of time. Now, with a toddler in tow it seems almost impossible! Between the 12 hour flight and jet lag I am exhausted my whole trip.
But…not this time! This time coming home was a whole new experience. I was able to drop my daughter off with her grandparents on my way into California. It was the craziest thing! I didn’t have to deal with a jet lagged 2 year old and I was free to do whatever I pleased. I never thought I would see that day again!
Leading up to my flight, I had the worst anxiety about leaving my daughter for a whole week. I had terrible nightmares something would happen to her and wondered if she would be mad at me for leaving her for so long.
As soon as I dropped her off and went to the bathroom by myself that all went away. I can’t even remember the last time I went to the bathroom alone!
My Week Off From Being a Mom
I took full advantage of my week off and made as many plans as possible. I went out with my friends that don’t have kids and felt like I was in my twenties again, until the next day when I realized I am definitely not!
I could shop and sleep in as long as I wanted. As soon as I started to feel guilty, I would remind myself that soon the carriage would turn into a pumpkin and to enjoy it.
As my week came to an end, I was shopped and partied out and couldn’t wait to get back to my little one.I had a blast but I realized I am not that party animal I used to be and I am so incredibly happy with my home life.
I am very fortunate to have a supportive family that gives me breaks so I can get into something other than yoga pants sometimes!
Stacie — Mom of Audrey
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