I got my period today. For many of you that may seem like a mundane duoduel occurrence. For me a ticket to freedom. I have been pissing and moaning for some time now that I am in serious need of a vacation. For many folks who have children this yearly rite of passage conjures images of Disneyworld, family friendly resorts, etc...for me it entails white sand beaches, swim up bars and 7 blissful days of alone time. Thanks to a long lost life insurance policy taken out by overly pragmatic parents I will be spending a week baking in the caribbean sun sipping on highly alcoholic beverages and smoking illicit drugs on a white sand beach. I am counting the days...Have I mentioned that it has been SEVEN years since I have been on a vacation.
Now vacation means different things to different people. For me it means not worrying about a god damn thing. No one asking me for anything, needing me to do anything. Pure mindlessness....so in essence this means going on vacation sans child and husband. I will be basking in the company of my brother and in-laws.
Do I feel badly leaving Sprout at home...no. I think that the week she will spend with her father will not only bring their relationship closer together and form concrete bonds, it will also give Daddy a true idea of what Mommy deals with all day everyday. So come January I will bid them adieu and come home in a much more amiable state of mind and who knows, maybe junior will find a way into our lives after all.
