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| 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,
Kathy Pettit
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