I need a vacation. The last time I had time away from my kids was in September '02 when hubby had to go to Bermuda for business and I got to go. This wasn't exactly a relaxing journey, I was 7 1/2 months pregnant and I had a sinus infection. I spent a lot of time in the hotel room watching t.v.
I haven't spent 24 hours away from my baby yet. This isn't by choice. My other kids were used to abandonment. I went to Hawaii for ten days and left my 5 year old son and his 18 month old sister behind. But this third baby is different. She nursed until she was 22 months. Never took a bottle. Would only breastfeed for the first 6 mos. of life. She also wouldn't let anyone hold her but me. It's like having a freakin' virus that won't go away.
So I grabbed my husband by the throat and told him if he valued his life, he would find time to take a three day weekend and get me out of the insane asylum my home has become. So he left it to me to pick a place. I selected Santa Barbara. This is one of the two places I would actually move to, the other being San Diego (well, La Jolla) from where I live now.
Grabbing the laptop, I start hunting for hotels and I've got quite the list going. Hubby does the same. I'm looking at the Four Seaons, he's looking at Motel 6. I'm looking at seafood restaurants, he's looking at steak. I'm looking for the shopping areas and the winerys, he's looking for dayhikes and botanical gardens.
Maybe I should just leave him home.
REVIEW: Rule of Three by Kelly Jamieson
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