After a week away with the boys, I came home chanting: “I need another vacation.” Once you have kids, the current wisdom says, you don’t really have a vacation, merely a change in location. While adults can easily blow off daily routines or postpone a meal or simply lounge on a beach all day, the kids don’t react well to too many skipped naps, meal times are sacred and to be adhered to at all costs and lounging? Ha!
Although there is something to be said for a change in location. The boys loved all the attention, exploring new things and playing in a different environment. Mama, however, was exhausted after juggling a variety of visits, entertaining the kiddos and trying to keep them out of the way of the contractors working to reassemble my parents’ kitchen. I had a great time, but R&R? Not so much.
As the sibling squealfest during dinner reached decibel levels that should require protective ear wear, I announced that I needed a vacation without you know who and who. Then it dawned on me, I don’t need a vacation. I need a business trip.
An unplugged plane ride with US Weekly, dinner and drinks with interesting people talking about a variety of topics (I was lucky to have great clients), an expense account, a quiet hotel room where someone else makes the bed, no one to raise an eyebrow at my mindless TV choices, coffee and the newspaper in the morning without interruption.
I never would have thought that one day, a business trip could feel like a vacation.