I am at the airport on my way home from a lovely weekend with my husband and some friends (sans kids!). I always look forward to our weekend getaways like a little kid looks forward to Christmas. I dream about it while the kids are climbing all over me, I smile about it as I'm running around the kitchen making the third meal and/or snack that is being demanded by each child, and I hunger for it as I patiently listen to my children yelling my name throughout the house.
And then the day finally comes and we're off. Ready to enjoy a few days of grown up conversation, meals without interruption, and maybe even a movie! And at first I love it. Reading my book on the plane in silence without anyone climbing all over me wanting my attention. But after a day or so the joy of being free turns into an emptiness. I just don't feel right without the kids and the three or four calls to them doesn't do anything to help with my yearning to fly right back home. I love being alone with my husband and I have a blast when we get to see our friends but I just don't like being away from the kids. Part of it is the worry of something happening and me not being there and the other part is simply missing their presence around me. Being able to give them a hug or kiss and seeing their smiling face.
Having said all that, I still love getting away for a few days. It helps me recharge and allows me to look at my life with a fresh perspective.
And it's also fun seeing new places. Here are a few pictures from our visit to the Pebble Hill Plantation in Thomasville, Georgia! It was such a lovely town.