I recently joined a bunch of sassy, younger chicks for a bachelorette cruise to the Bahamas. My amazing cousin Alex, who is like a little brother to me, is getting married to the love of his life, Paola, next month. It was my first real vacation ever away from my son. I honestly had mixed feelings about going in the beginning. I felt guilty about leaving my boy, but in all honesty, I’ve been feeling pretty burned out lately. I mean, downright, drink-3-cups-of-coffee-and-still-need-a-nap exhausted. Every once in a while, I just crave a change of scenery.
Even when I take a night off, I’m still worrying about getting home to do the laundry, wash the boy’s bottles and sippy cups, Swiffer the floor—the works. But getting away on the cruise, I was able to leave it all behind knowing the hubs and the family would hold the fort down while I was gone. It’s honestly difficult for me to relinquish control but dear God, did I need it. Like many working mamas, my head hits the pillow at the end of the day with an unapologetic crash. At the end of most days, I am more spent than the national debt.
During my time away, I was able to knock back a few cocktails without thinking about changing a diaper or scrubbing a floor. I had no deadlines other than a time to show up for our swanky dinners. I was able to let loose, like really chillax, for essentially the first time in two years. And all I kept thinking was…”Why didn’t I try to stop and do something like this sooner?”
I want to thank Paola and her cousin Elise for encouraging me to go and my sweet sister-in-law Celine for rooming with me. I am so thankful I got to know each girl better on this trip and I even learned a few new things about myself. I get so caught up in trying to be the perfect parent that I’m not always taking time to just stop and live in the moment. In the wise words of Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”