I am writing this slice from the quiet of a hotel room. By myself. Purposely. Why? Because I have three kids, 2 of whom don’t sleep well. I have a husband who, god bless, can sleep through a freight train in our room. I am TIRED. I haven’t slept in 4 years.
I think Aaron always thought I was joking when I said I wanted a night in a hotel for [insert real or Hallmark holiday here].
Don’t you want to go away together?
Sure. Let me go by myself for one night and you can join me the following day.
I love my husband and children more than I could ever put into words. I need a break. Both things can be true at the same time.
I want to take a bath without a little set of hands playing in my bubbles. I want to eat the Doritos. I want to watch my TV which doesn’t have first run on Disney Junior. I want to poop without an audience. I want to sleep late and not be woken up by the sound of kids’ feet hitting the floor or thee breathing of a kid staring at me like a creep as I sleep. I want to drink a glass (or two) of wine without worrying that I may need to parent while under the influence. I want to eat all the sushi.
And tonight I get to do all of that and more thanks to a Christmas gift from Aaron. I stocked up on snacks, stopped for sushi after a massage and last minute haircut and am now happily enjoying some Doritos in bed while watching trash TV and sipping a glass of wine. I’ll probably been a little sad in the morning when I don’t get my daily snuggles and off to the office kiss. But I will catch up tomorrow night or the morning after.