I took a couple of mini vacations last year. I hadn't taken any time off at all in years. I certainly hadn't taken time to go away alone in years. Single momming can really make you ... forget about time alone.
I have never been one to waste time or money on frivolous things. For me a vacation can be in my own backyard. Literally.
But last year I went actually away.
I told myself at the time that I would commit to doing it more often, too. To working just a little harder to make sure I could get five days to my self each year. No matter what.
To sleep in. And eat when I am hungry, not when the kids have left bits on their plates. To eat what I want, too. Not just what the children want for dinner.
The free time, with free hands, is so beautiful. I wandered. Around the beach. Around the city. In and out of shops at my whim, without care or concern as to how the kids felt. What they wanted to do. I rush a lot on the regular, my things, in favour of what the kids want to do.
Laying, in the sand, with a book in my lap was a wonderful thing.
I am glad I got the chance to get away for a bit. It was wonderful. It reminded me how wonderful it really is. And that it's time to get my daughter going places.
