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I Went Away for a Week and Didn't Miss My Kids That Much

I went to New York City for the BlogHer conference and I have a confession to make: I didn’t miss my kids all that much.

I took the Hubs with me so he could visit some friends and family while I attended BlogHer and broke my back hauling free swag back to my room (yes, I really needed both of the complimentary vibrators, giant Chuck E. Cheese pens, false eyelashes and vitamins for the “under 50″ crowd).  We left the kids back home with my parents and took our first child-free trip since Adolpha was born.  I know that part of the reason why I didn’t miss my kids too much was because I knew they were in good hands.  I knew they were being spoiled rotten and they didn’t miss me either.

Even though I was running around like chicken without a head from sunup to … the next sunup (the evening events did not end much before 1 or 2 am) I was so happy to only focus on myself.  I was so thrilled at each meal to only worry about what THIS picky eater would eat and not two other whiny picky eaters.  I attended sessions guilt-free without a nagging feeling that I should be out doing something fun with the kids rather than learning how to make my blog better.  When the people around me complained they were tired, they could put themselves to bed without any help from me.  When I packed up my hotel room this morning to catch my flight, I didn’t have to look under beds, in drawers and closets for secretly stashed lovies, stuffed animals or dirty underwear.  Later in the day when my flight was delayed, I didn’t have to entertain two tired little kids stuck in an airport.  And best of all, on this trip I didn’t have to go anywhere near every disgusting public restroom in New York City.  I don’t know about your kids, but kids manage to hit the grossest bathrooms, because they simply can’t hold it and I’m not willing to take any chances.  Because it was just me, I only had to endure one nauseating pit stop.  That’s a miracle.

I arrived home today to find a couple of tired, happy kids at the pool who were excited to see me.  It was when they threw their soaking wet bodies into my arms that I realized I missed them too, I had just been too busy to realize it.  This trip helped me see that it’s good for me to take a break from my life sometimes.  It’s good for the Hubs and I to spend some time together and travel sometimes without the kids.  It’s good for me to step back and spend some time laughing and socializing and learning from my fellow bloggers.  I came home energized and happy to see my kids.

But I’m glad school starts in a week and a half.

Be sure to read my daily rants at People I Want to Punch in the Throat where you’re sure to laugh and/or might be offended (it’s where you can find my R-rated rants).

Read more of Jen at PIWTPITT I Hate My Friend’s Kid 0r I Think My Kids Could be Future Nudists or Sh*t Kids Say.

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