I want to go on a vacation. Alone. It’s not that I don’t love my children or husband, but given the opportunity to go away, alone, I would take it in a heartbeat. I’m sure I’d miss them, but as I’ve had a child attached to me every day for the last 5 1/2 years and everything I do is for or about my kids, I want a little alone time.
I want to rent a house by the ocean, a little cottage. I want to pack my van full of my scrapbooking supplies, a couple of years’ worth of photos, and make albums. I want to wake up when I feel like it, sip hot coffee by the pounding surf, and relax. I want to listen to my IPod and not hear the same Taylor Swift songs over and over and over (while all four of my kids sing along), take walks, eat seafood (I married a man who eats nothing from the sea and it KILLS me), take new photos. I want to take a nap without someone waking me up by crying. I want to sit at a table and put our family memories into the albums I’ve purchased. I want to read a stack of books and hang out in my jammies if I feel like it and take long, luxurious showers. I don’t want to deal with mounds of laundry or boo boos or bills needing to be paid or tantrums, just for a little bit of time. I want to relax, enjoy my surroundings and be me.
What about you? Would you take a vacation alone? What would you do?