Our kid-free vacation…

…was something short of a beautiful disaster.

Ok, not really, drama queen.  It wasn’t exactly what we envisioned, but how often does that happen?

I’ve been putting this post off for some reason.  It’s not like anything earth shattering happened.  I just didn’t know where to start.

Let’s start with the bad less-than-ideal stuff.

It was too soon for me to leave Wyatt.  Period.

I missed Dylan, I just didn’t miss him the same way.  I knew he had a better grasp on where we were and what was going on.  I knew they both were happy and safe with their grandparents and uncles.  We couldn’t have left them in more capable, loving hands.

BUT, Wyatt got sick while we were gone and I ached to cuddle and nurse him the.whole.time.  Every Facetime we did he cried and searched for me behind the computer.  So that’s pretty much every.single.night, except for the last one where I started to really worry something was wrong.

He didn’t understand why I couldn’t hold him and that broke my heart.

I did let go of a lot of my worry, knowing there was nothing I could do until I got home.  I was also comforted by the knowledge that our parents raised us to be strong, healthy, well adjusted (mostly) adults and we had left them with everything they needed to make medical decisions.

Then, there was a clogged milk duct.  I had to deal with that two days into the trip because I don’t pump all that often and certainly not exclusively.  As luck (or Montezuma) would have it, the same day I was dealing with the aforementioned issue, it would seem a little revenge caught up with me… I probably don’t need to go into much detail there.  We were in Mexico and suffice it to say, I must have somehow ingested some local water.  I have a feeling it was when we visited another resort the day before, though I’m not sure what it was exactly.

The only other “negative” I could mention is the whole all-inclusive thing.  We stayed at the Secrets Capri Riviera Cancun and it’s a beautiful resort where they really do a wonderful job of limiting the excess.  Surplus abounds just the same, however…

Ok, enough of that.

Let’s talk about the GOOD:

It was so, so nice to get away and reconnect with the love of my life.  He probably feels more like my last priority most days.  To have full conversations without stopping every three words to tell the nearby three year, who’s trying to talk over us, “Mommy and Daddy are talking for a minute, buddy.”, was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.  The pure silence that surrounded us at this very serene Adults-only resort was pretty refreshing.  I had forgotten how quiet our lives were once…

It was also really nice to get a sick day.

Did I lose you with that one?

I don’t generally get days to rest and recover while ill unless it miraculously lines up with Andy’s work schedule.   One entire day of laying in bed with the sound of ocean waves off our balcony, wasn’t too bad.  How can I really complain about being sick under those circumstances?

We, thankfully, were well and able to enjoy the actual day of our anniversary without any complications.

Andy reserved the resort’s “Romantic Dinner” package for around sunset the evening of our Anniversary.  We had a private little beach-side gazebo where we received dedicated servers, champagne, and a beautiful meal by candlelight.

So, that’s about it.

It was a beautiful trip where my hubby and I decompressed and reconnected.  I don’t regret going, but, knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t have opted to go that far for so long.  The time together without the kids was necessary and really helped all the relationships in this house.  You know, since distance makes the heart grow fonder and all.  Next time, though, I think a long weekend somewhere a little closer would be better for a trip without the kids and we’ll save the 5+ day trips for family vacations.  Happily, that’s up next, but more on that another day.