The Child-Free Life for my wife and I lasted a year. We got pregnant soon after we started dating, and so our life together has been mostly with our boys.
There’s nothing wrong with that, but for the past 2 weeks we did something we haven’t done in years – we experienced the Child-Free Life. You know the one, so gloriously detailed on the cover of Time Magazine. The sort of life where married couples choose lavish vacations and immaculate condos over back-to-school shopping, braces, and suburban cookie cutters.
There are those who preach this Child-Free Life as the be all and end all of their existence. I admit, I get a little jealous, especially when buying plane tickets, paying for dinner, buying movie tickets, back-to-school shopping, or anything else that has to do with the cost of raising kids.
So I wanted to see what all the fuss was about, and convinced my wife, my boys, and my parents to give us some time alone.
We packed the boys up and tossed them on a plane for 2 weeks with their grandparents to say goodbye to summer in style. For a week, my wife and I would be ‘home alone,’ for the second week we would spend a few days with our boys at their grandparent’s before jetting off to Vegas for another sojourn. All in all, it would be 10 of 14 days reliving the Child-Free Life.