AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: January 22, 2013 | COMMENTS: 6 Comments
After my batsh*t crazy moment last weekend, Sean decided that I might need a night away. When he suggested it, and seeing as how I always have at least a big toe willing to take a nap; and all I could picture was more than three hours of uninterrupted sleep; and we had a wonderful option for twenty four hours of straight child care; I jumped at the opportunity.
So…where did we go?
A weekend up north?
A cozy B&B in the nearby Irish Hills?
Um…no. To far a drive.
Instead of running away to some cozy or exotic location for a night, Sean and I exercised our keen grip on reality and checked into a Hilton Garden Inn…exactly ten miles from our front door.
You see, a lot has changed around here since we went from two to five children. One of the most drastic changes has been my standards. They have lowered, and not just a little. Nope. I’m talking a colossal drop as evidenced by what I consider to be a romantic get-away.
Basically, if there is a room without spunky sheets, a clean bed bug report on this website, and privacy blinds so I can live out my greatest fantasy (oh…good God…get real) of taking a mid-day three hour nap, then why go any further than the mall hotel down the street? Trust me. I don’t need candle light, fancy pants lighting, or even a flat screen to make me happy. Sometimes I just need to refuel and perhaps, fill up my “patience cup” which, admittedly, seems to have been running on empty these past six weeks.
Our “help” arrived at noon on Saturday, and after kissing the kids, and making sure all of their ducks were in a row, we sprinted to the car and peeled out of the driveway. Within the hour we were both sound asleep…. in the middle of the afternoon.
This isn’t the first time Sean and I have run away to a local hotel. The tradition has actually become kind of a quarterly treat spurned on by a conversation I once had with a very wise woman. She imparted this tidbit of marital advice on me while I was on a company sponsored vacation with Sean and was lamenting about how much I missed my kids. At the time I was overwhelmed with ironing out all the details of childcare and then overcome with the worry that commenced after I left. I was wondering, aloud, if the hassle of the trip was worth it.
She chuckled, “Don’t be silly. Getting away from your children, and spending good quality, stress-free time with your husband is good for your marriage. So it’s great for your kids.”
As a mother, it’s easy to get caught up in the craziness of our day-today schedules. Most moms I know put themselves last when it comes to time and priorities. We martyr ourselves and that’s not always a good thing. In fact, it’s actually not something I want for my own daughters. Even worse, however, is that not only do we often put ourselves last, at the end of the day, we are so damn frazzled, we often tune out on our spouses as well. Exhaustion at day’s end, for me, is guaranteed. There’s truly no way around it given the kids I have, the ages they are, and the needs they have.
That’s when I get snippy (okay…maybe even super bitchy). It’s then that I know…some thoughtful planning needs to happen.
We don’t orchestrate these little get-aways much in advance. They aren’t annually scheduled. We just monitor our craziness tanks (uh…for the record…Sean has one, too.), and when it appears we are running at full tilt (like I clearly was last week), we bend over backwards to try to make some time for ourselves…and each other.
It’s amazing the good that can come from a dinner out, an extra glass of wine (because I don’t have to get up tomorrow), an adult conversation (even if it is about the kids), and a restful night of sleep followed by a morning without an alarm.
We were back home by noon the next day, and of course, the chaos picked up right where it left off…
What time is Ryan’s basketball game?
Drew needs a piece of poster board?
Do we have any AA batteries?
Who put a carton of ice cream in the refrigerator?)
…but instead of blowing a gasket as I cleaned up the melted mint chocolate chip, I was able to shrug it off…and carry on.
My “crazy tank” had been emptied.
All because of a night in a kinda cheap hotel.
I highly recommend it.
Yes…these sweeties wear me out….
Now share your wisdom…what do you do for yourself to refresh when you feel like you are running ragged? Please do tell!