This week, while Buddy is on Spring Break still and I’m back at work, my in-laws took the kids to visit family in Ohio. On a farm. I’m guessing the kids aren’t going to want to go home.
Having a little break from the kids is interesting. Quiet, that’s for sure. I’ve worked shorter hours this week, which has been nice. I’ve been able to go home and do Me stuff. Mostly exercising and cleaning, although I admit I’ve enjoyed some TV time.
What surprised me the most about this little vacation from the kids is that I’ve missed them. A lot. I usually spend the first few days kid-free enjoying it immensely, missing them somewhat, but not REALLY missing them until 3 or 4 days in. But this time I missed them as they pulled away. Not to say I didn’t enjoy the quiet, not having to make meals, pack lunches and do piles of laundry. I didn’t miss the crumbs all over my dining room table, chairs and floor or the random toys I find everywhere. I sure didn’t miss the bickering that seems to be their favorite way of communicating lately.
I did, however, miss them. I miss their hugs and kisses, their crazy question and their shrewd observations. I miss their songs and stories. I miss having them around to talk to and play with. I miss hearing them giggle. I almost even miss their kid songs in the car. Almost.
They’re coming home tonight and I am really excited to see them. I can’t wait to hear about their adventures. I’m sure they had fun on the farm and I know they went to a Children’s Museum (my mother-in-law sent me a few photos). I know they were loaded up with candy since it was dolled out before they even left our house (hey, that’s what grandparents are for, right?). I know they stayed up way to late (fortunately I have 3 nights to get them back on track). Most of all, I know they really love spending time with their grandparents. I’m grateful for that, not only because I get some kid-free time, but because I think it’s important for both the kids and my in-laws to have time together without me or my husband around. They’re creating memories that I know they’ll cherish forever, and really, who could ask for more?