Wow. I had really gotten my blogging mojo back there for a while.
An impromptu, pretty last-minute (and totally unlike us) tropical getaway for DH and I.
As in, leave The Mad Hatter for the first time for more than two nights at a destination an hour away, fly to Florida (where it was so freakin' cold my first souvenirs were a frozen iguana, a new pair of sweats, and hoodie!), hop on a cruise-ship for four days, return to Miami and stay one more night, making us gone for a total of 6 nights.
Make that 7, if you add in the fact that our flight for Florida (thank you Delta, for making it oh-so-easy for us to use our frequent flier miles. Aren't you the friendly skies?) left at 5:45AM so MH slept at Sweetheart at Poppy's house the night before we left for said vacay.
Anyhoo, if you're still following, I give you credit.
The time leading up to our trip was chaotic.
The time leading up to our trip was traumatic.
Our trip? Was amazing.
I remembered what it was like to have intelligent (and not so intelligent) adult conversation.
I did not miss the words "excuse me" followed by non-stop interruption.
I savored having NO schedule.
I adored having time to reconnect with my hubby.
We were desperately in need of that time together. Desperately. Seriously, after almost 9 years of marriage, we are like newlyweds again!
Is it easy to leave your little one for almost a week? Hell to the NO!
I missed my little MH like crazy (in a healthy way while we were sailing the high seas, when we returned and still had another day before heading home - well, let's just say there were lots of tears and a wonderful hubby willing to give up our paid-for hotel and car rental and pay extra so we could come home early. Ultimately, we did not come home early, but hubby definitely gets major bonus points for trying, and I'm really glad we ended up staying and having a fabulous time in South Beach).
Did the MH totally get over-indulged as a result of my guilt over leaving her? Uh, that might be the understatement of the year (I made sure to leave a gift for every day, she was with her grandparents - enough said, had a special night out with a very close friend, spent time with her amazing Uncle, and was showered with gifts upon our return, along with a special "Mad Hatter" week filled with special activities just for her).
Do I think it's wrong that my child was over-indulged? Nope.
Am I over my guilt about leaving her and having some true me/us time? Yup.
Did hubs and I see a Royal Caribbean commercial tonight and sigh longingly? You betcha.
Can I wait for our family vacation this summer? I'm counting down the days because everything in our life is better since she made us a family.
So about that hanging my head in shame ... I went on vacay, came back, and life got the better of me. The people and things in my life deserved the better of me. The all of me.
But I've missed my blog, and my friends' blogs, and the way writing makes me feel. So, I'm working on making some time and getting that mojo back.
Even if it is at 2:02 in the morning.