|Costa Rican Sunrise, taken July 16, 2013|
Raising three homemade monsters is, well, mind-numbing. Don’t get me wrong – we love them dearly – and, well, go ahead and judge – we needed an escape from them! Hubby has lost more than a few hairs from their antics and unfortunately, the occasional (ahem, okay, okay – I’ll be honest with you folks – the frequent) grey hair has made an unwelcomed appearance on my head. The two of us looked forward to some uninterrupted time to look deep into each other’s eyes, and make wild, passionate love like we did when we were younger (apology to my family for flinging open the bedroom door without warning!). And then, 10 minutes later (all me – no reflection on Peter!), we eagerly anticipated a shallow conversation about absolutely nothing without the presence of burps, farts, interjections about Barbie or Iron man or whining about a misbehaving sibling.
So we planned a jailbreak and roped in some family with assurances that our kids are lovely, perfect and never a problem to keep guard of our most precious (and obnoxious) possessions. The plan worked. I wrote out the game plan in sidewalk chalk on the driveway of how it would work and we conned our captors (Peach, Pickle and Coconut) to give us a leave out of our asylum for 7 days on good behavior.
We like adventure – and good weather, yummy food, nice people, and beautiful surroundings – not too demanding, eh?! There was only one answer to our quest – Costa Rica! Lush green mountains, interesting wildlife, and the opportunity to do some really amazing things sold us.
So we hugged our critters and left them in the care of people who love them very much…and we boarded a plane headed for paradise. Details will follow, but know this – it was worth the tears spilled over missing their interruptions, their farts, burps and their request for a referee. I cherished every moment with hubby – having real conversations like we used to, holding hands, laughing at the cast of characters we met along the way. But the momma part of me still missed the pieces of her that lived, breathed and existed without her being near. But for hubby and I – it was a blessed recharge to a busy life.
I can’t believe it but…we had a jailbreak (cue AC/DC) and voluntarily returned!
Happy recharging your batteries,