Husband And Wife Time Away from Kids


Husband And Wife Time Away from Kids

Yesterday was my champagne birthday! 

31 on the 31st. And no, I didn't pee my pants this year (more on that here) but I did almost vomit from consuming such a rich and delicious homemade ice cream cake. My Dad is famous for making the most incredible ice cream cakes, and this year he really out-did himself: a layer of BROWNIES a thick layer of ICE CREAM then another layer of BROWNIES and what did he use for icing? NUTELLA. Yeah, that's right. I'm pretty sure I'm still vibrating from the sugar rush.

In addition to low-fat desserts...

My birthday also included a home-made birthday card and finger painted picture frame from Cole, a gift certificate from my parents (shopping, here I come!), a beautiful hand-made ceramic vase from my inlaws, a surprise gift bag full of my favourite candies from my girlfriends, and...


How exciting is that? I am one spoiled and lucky woman. I still don't know where we are going, but we are leaving on Monday and coming back on Wednesday. That is three days and two nights away with just my husband! But...away from our son.

I know it's silly, but I feel such a mix of emotions. I've been away from Cole for 2 nights and 3 days before, when I went to New York in June, but it was tough. It was worth it for sure, I had a fantastic time, but I really missed him on a level I'd never experienced before.

But I also know this is a good thing. My husband and I desperately need some time to ourselves. We always have the best of intentions of going on date nights, but very rarely do they happen.


"Hey, let's have a date night on Friday!"

"Okay, sure! That sounds great! How about a late dinner and then a walk by the lakeshore?"



"I'm exhausted. And bloated. And cranky. And tired as fucking hell."

"Yeah, me too."                                            

"Date nights are over-rated. Wanna watch a movie and fall asleep by 9pm?"

"I'll grab the popcorn. And the Polident for my dentures..."

So this Birthday getaway is a good thing. It is. We need it. All couples need it. It's so easy when you have kids to pour 110% of your energy into them and totally forget about the the person who contributed to the other 50% of their DNA. 

My husband needs and deserves my attention as much as my son does. If we are a happy and healthy couple, we will be better role models for our son. Right? 

If this sounds preachy, it's not meant to. It's more about me trying to feel better about abandoning (I mean...LEAVING) my son for 3 days and 2 nights :( It's just so hard at this age because he doesn't understand. He just wanders around the house and picks up my shoes "Mama? Mama?" I'm sure that emotional violin music plays in the background, and all of the colour fades from the room. It begins to rain the moment I leave and doesn't stop until I return home...

Okay, maybe I've watched too many movies and need to get out more. With my husband.

So we're leaving! We're doing it! And hey, we might actually even really do it! You know...IT?!?  (If you're not laughing by now, you clearly don't have the mindset of an 8-year-old...) 

I'll keep you posted on our adventures—and I'm sure as much as we'll both miss our son, we will have a fantastic trip just the two of us!