Tod and I spent most of last week in San Diego for a work conference. AKA: no kids, no bottles, no formula, no diapers, no nap schedules, no wiping two year old bums, no stress in public, no screaming in the car, no curfews, no babysitters, no getting up at 2 am, no waking up at 5 am for the day, no back talking, no crumbs to sweep, no meals to make, no laundry to fold, no groceries to buy, no bills to pay, no time-outs, no bedtimes, no chasing in public, no sticky floors, no runny noses, no bathtime, no arguing over Batman/Spiderman attire for the day.
It was lovely. I never thought sitting through eight hours of meetings could feel so good. They made my meals, let me sit quietly and I beat Tod's phone at Scrabble three times in a row. It was like my brain was waking up from a three year nap.
But what was even better was coming home because I love these boys. We were dying to see them again. That's what makes kidless trips even better -- you're only kidless for awhile.
Thank you Grandma Carol and Papa Rick for taking such great care of Batman and Robin. Or Spiderman and the Green Goblin (depending on the day).