This weekend, I’m off on a quick girls’ trip to celebrate my friend M-A’s upcoming nuptials.
When we planned the trip months ago, it didn’t occur to me that it would fall on Mother’s Day, and I caught some flak from my own mother about leaving my kids behind on this important day.
But guess what?
Secretly (ok, not so secretly), I am thrilled with the idea of 36-ish hours of peaceful meals (no spilled milk, no indignant shouting that Kid A or B wasn’t served what he/she “ordered,” etc), uninterrupted sleep, a spa day, going to a show, and eating brunch with grown-ups.
And guaranteed, the kids won’t notice the difference. Spouse will be keeping them in good hands, making pancakes on Sunday morning served with a side of cartoons, per the usual routine.
Best. Mother’s. Day. Ever.