See this handsome kid. I love him! Like love him a lot. I sit in bed at night wondering if I've done enough, wondering what I could do better, the list goes on. But I tell you what I do not miss him when I go on vacation.
Yes you heard me. Not. At. All.
Of course we do the occasional "oh Mason would love this" "oh we will have to do this with him".
But I never wish I could go back home. Nope. I never think 'oh I wish we would have brought him'.
I need to eat dinner by myself every once in a while...like eat a whole meal, with adult conversation. Sometimes I need to shop in H&M for an hour+ with out my head feeling like its going to combust and I just put everything back on the rack. Sometimes I need to reconnect with my husband.
So yes I don't miss him on vacation.
So I'm sad today that we are leaving him for the weekend, but come tomorrow I will no longer be sad. Should I feel bad about this? Eh probably. But you know what the second I get home I miss that squishy face and smother him in kisses and say I never want to leave him again.
Am I the only one?