So my baby cousin got married in August. The wedding was in Redondo Beach, California, and I attended. By myself. No hubs. NO KIDS!! So weird.
|Kevin and me|
|Dad & me|
I spent the first couple of days "on alert," ready to spring into a sprint to prevent Laurie from running away, from eating gluten-filled food, or from climbing something. I would look for her diaper bag before going somewhere. But after about two days of being there, I relaxed a little. I managed to nap. I spent an afternoon in my hotel room and it was silent! I ironed my clothes and dressed up! And I even...wait for it...read a book FOR FUN!!!
The best part? I had entire uninterrupted conversations! Of course they were all about the fam,
|The happy couple!|
Of course I missed the girls and the hubs like crazy. But I had such a blast seeing the sights, catching up with my family, being on an adult schedule, and simply sleeping without being on alert. It was really nice to let my inner super control freak have a couple of days off!
Oh, I really did feel a little guilty when I would get texts and calls from the hubs telling me how much of a whirling dervish Laurie was each day. It just didn't seem fair that he was dealing with all of that on his own. But I would do my best to go along on my merry little way and have fun anyway.
|Uncle John & me|
After the wedding, we flew back to DC, and I drove back home the next day. When I walked in the door, I was greeted by everyone (well, except for Laurie, who was watching a show). The hubs soon left to go teach, and my life of chaos resumed. It would have been as if I had not ever left...but I was not quite as control-freaky for a few hours or so afterward (too bad the hubs missed THAT!)...
I do think it helped for me to get away, and for me to be taken care of for awhile. I don't think I can take the guilt of it if I do it very often, but once in awhile, it's a good thing...