Mommy Spring Break

Somehow – thanks to careful coordinating with my husband’s work schedule, begging a close friend to take my kids for an entire day, and fantastic airline prices – I have managed a weekend get-away for myself. To Boston.

I justified my trip as my first chance to meet my BFFs new baby girl. And I truly can NOT wait to hold that sweet baby in my arms.

But let’s be real.

It’s been a lot of 24/7 with my boys recently. A LOT. As a college coach, my husband is in season and crazed (and also in dire need of a break, I might add). So I’ve been doing the single mom thing quite a bit. Groundhog days fill my spring, as they have for years. No complaining here, I swear, its just… this trip? Yeah. Well, I’m thinking of it as my own little kind of spring break.

And while most winter weary college co-eds are packing up sunscreen, bikinis and fake IDs – I’m collecting my “winter” gear, my camera and I just might dust off my ID to maybe try it out at a bar *IF* they even ask for it…

The novelty of one bag of just MY stuff. The possibility of stopping at a coffee shop in the airport to read my book. No bedtime routine. New faces. No dreaded car line. Dressing only myself, not three. Sleep. No homework. City, not suburbia. No coercing my 3 year old to eat his chicken. Just my full attention on my bestie and her family.

(Please note that doing “auntie” things by helping get her girls ready or fed or whatever needs to be done doesn’t count as parenting. It’s completely different, I swear.)

Because it’s the little things. It’s uncovering and reuniting with yourself. It’s being your own person, and not always always always a mom. Just for two days. That’s all.

I love my 24/7 with my boys. That’s what I signed on for. And I am grateful for it.

But, my friends, in two days?

SPRING BREAK BABY!!!!!