Peace. Solitude. Quiet.
Rare experiences in the life of this slacker mom. And, as much as love my two loud, crazy kids (yes, BOTH are loud. Andie is going through a yelling phase. More on that later), sometimes I just want a little alone time.
So, this weekend I went to McCall for a GI conference...by myself.
That means I got two sleep for two nights...by myself.
I read a novel...by myself.
I watched TV...by myself.
I got a 90 minute massage...by myself.
I hung out with some other conference attendees and drank wine until the wee hours of morning (ok, ok...11pm, but that's pretty late for me) because I only had to worry about myself.
I ate grown-up food, took a leisurely bath, tweezed my eyebrows and listened to audio books during the drive.
It was glorious...but it got old after about 36 hours. I missed my loud babies, my wonderful husband, and the cogs.
I missed them so much I told Joe I'd take night shift my first night home...by myself.