I write this as I approach my 10 day business trip. This is the longest I've left my children: my oldest is 7, my youngest is 11 months. Oh, and lets not forget the husband, because he generally counts too.
10 whole days. The longest I've left the baby thus far is 2 nights. The longest I've left my eldest is 6 days. Both times were extremely agonizing. From the moment I dropped them off, I missed them. As time went on, I imagined the worst case scenarios: car crashes, choking in their sleep, falling off furniture, wandering away from grandma and getting lost in the world forever (yes, my crawling, barely walking baby that cannot even reach the door knobs in real life will somehow manage to escape outside and crawl away into the woods to be lost... and eaten by tigers)... That's not even the worst of it.
There's moments in parenthood when all you need is a break. Parenting is indeed a full time job. When they're awake, they need your attention at all times. God forbid you look at your phone for 5 seconds: the baby is eating something toxic off the floor and the older ones are fishing for things in the toilet. When they're sleeping you are either cleaning up after them or preparing for the day. My babe is sleeping now, and I'm choosing to ignore the mess for the sake of this blog. (you're welcome) If you've ever packed a day bag for your baby, you know what it takes. They need more shit for 8 hours out than you need in a month. A simple trip to the grocery store for 3 items will take at least 2 hours of your time... is it worth even going? Probably not.
There are days when my husband is home and I decide I want to go to the store for no reason. Just driving without children piled in the back is so, very, peaceful. You can once again blast your crude Eminem raps from the good old days without the worry of your spawns repeating those choice words. But a few hours of driving and listening to bad music is nothing like a few days away from your seed. Who are we kidding? We miss them even when they go down for a nap!
The hardest part is getting your mind off of them long enough to actually enjoy yourself.
"How could I possibly think she was annoying?"
"What if they cry in the night, and all they want is me? And I'm not there? Their hearts will be broken forever."
"What if they don't remember who I am?"
"What if they think I'm never coming back?"
"What if I die and never do come back?"
Along with tigers, these thoughts race through my mommy brain every time I leave them. Let me give you some advice that I constantly have to give myself over and over again:
- They will miss you. But probably not as much as you will miss them. They are children; easily distracted children. They'll probably have so much that they will forget that they miss you. That's a good thing mama; it's not that they don't love you, it's that they actually know how to turn off the worries and immerse themselves in FUN. Like you should.
- The chances of something tragic and awful happening are slim. Yes, you are indeed crazy for thinking those thoughts. You're only scaring yourself; and that's not fun.
- If you are lucky enough to have someone in your life that you trust with your child for that long, take the trip! Don't miss an opportunity to travel without children. Not every parent has this luxury.
- Once you are back you will kick yourself for not enjoying your time more. Every. Damn. Time.
Sometimes, a break is the best thing for you. Solitude allows you to decompress. There's nothing like a few days away to clear your head. You end up coming back a better parent than you were before. And hey, kids get sick of you too. Your patience meter is reset, and you're ready to completely immerse yourself in those tiny mini me's once again.