I love being a mom. I love my kids. I love my job. I love my husband. But boy have I been tired.
Matt and I don’t live close to any of our family so time alone has been pretty non-existent since Sam was born. Juggling jobs and kids and the house and everything that comes along with all of that left us a little flat. Left me going through the motions more often than I would like.
So when Matt got the opportunity to head to Aspen for work (a hard assignment covering the Food and Wine Classic) and Grandma Barb and Grandpa Lanny agreed to watch the kids, we booked the first flight out and the last flight back.
|Victoria’s Amazing latte, me and my culinary idol Jose Andres, Lunch – wine included|
Matt had to work during the days so I did some walking along some beautiful Aspen trails, window shopped along the amazing Aspen shops, people watched, drank amazing lattes (Thank you Victoria’s), sipped yummy wines and had leisurely lunches and read some good books. I even got to rub elbows with a couple of my favorite celebrity chefs.
|Some beautiful views and a refreshed Mom and Dad|
The evenings were spent reconnecting with Matt. Sharing meals and wine and conversation that went beyond diapers and bed times and the daily doings of our two little monsters. Don’t get me wrong, there was plenty of talking about the kids, but also plenty of talking — just talking. It was nice. And I think it is just what we needed.
I drowned myself in the clean Mountain Air, stuck my feet in the Roaring Fork River, spent some time inside my own head and enjoyed not having deadlines or schedules or anyone but me to answer too. It’s been a very long time since I had that kind of time to myself.
I missed the kids. I missed the kids like crazy. Grandma Barb would send us videos each day which both made my heart swell and sting at the same time.
But the time away was rejuvenating. Even though we got in late Sunday night (or actually very early Monday morning), I have a renewed energy, especially when it comes to being a mom.
We are so very grateful for Grandma Barb and Grandpa Lanny and this opportunity they gave us to recharge. And the boys . . . well they had the time of their life. I have a sneaking suspicion that Grandma and Grandpa may have spoiled them just a little :-). They have decided they no longer like to wear pants. They talk more, run more, climb more. I swear they grew like whole years while we were gone.
|My monkeys — sans pants!|