I recently got back from an almost one-week, kid-free, trip to Florida. I was fortunate enough to be in the bridal party for one of my best friend’s weddings, and it was amazing.
A few observations from my trip:
- Flying as a mom, and without your children, is now terrifying. I hadn’t been on a plane since our trip to Germany in 2012, so it’s obviously been a while. I’ve never been afraid of flying, but I was pretty close to panicking on that first take off. I kept thinking “I have kids…what will they do without me if something happens? How does this thing even stay in the air?! so many things can go wrong!!!” In talking to fellow mommies that I was rooming with I realized I wasn’t alone. It still amazes me how much motherhood/parenting can change you.
- Uber can be strange. I’m a married mother of two living on Orange County, so I don’t think it’s too much of a surprise that I’ve never used uber before. I took my first uber from the airport in Tampa to our resort. The driver was asking me for relationship advice before I buckled in, and shared how his ex had just filed a restraining order against him just as he was getting pulled over. Thankfully the rest of our uber drivers for the week were much less….blog-worthy?
- Alone time is great. I’m not gonna lie, one of the things I was looking forward to the most on this trip (other than obviously celebrating my amazing friend and her husband!) was being alone on a plane and reading, ha! I’ve been doing audible lately but I’ve really missed reading reading (that’s not a typo). I finished my Literate Lushes book on my two flights to Florida, plus the end of my awkward uber trip (“uhhh…is it ok if I finish reading my book real quick?”). I had a second book for the way home, but it wasn’t as exciting so I still have quite a bit to go on that one. I also really enjoyed some solo time on the balcony of our suite, just looking out at the golf course, drinking my coffee, and thinking thoughts. The one day that we didn’t have much planned, I decided to go exploring on my own and was so proud of myself for doing so. I ended my adventure by drinking a solo-beer next to the water, and it was amazing. I forget how much we/I need this time…which is so hard to come by in the madness and routine of home and kids.
- True Friends are Awesome, and so are their Friends. And life stuff. I met Sheena in college, and from the moment I met her, I’ve admired and respected her to no end. She’s an amazing human being with so many professional accomplishments that I couldn’t even begin to list them. I’ve sometimes wondered why she’s kept me around, haha. Since graduating, we’ve never lived in the same place, not even the same state, really, so our friendship is one of those that has survived the test of time and distance. We both make the effort whenever she is in LA visiting family, and I think that’s a huge part of it: we both recognize each other’s importance enough to make the extra effort when we can. It’s no surprise that her friends are equally as amazing. I know Sheena has high standards for who she keeps around (I imagine all her friendships are equally as difficult to maintain since everyone lives all over the place-so she truly values those she keeps around), and I’ve been lucky enough to meet many of them through the course of my friendship with Sheena. I was truly honored to be among such great women: not only professionally (from a state senator, a diplomat, to an OB, to a college professor, etc.), but also just a human beings–they were all super kind and considerate, and every single one of them was willing to lend a hand when needed. It is times like these where I feel slightly insecure and wish I could honestly say I’m still an attorney. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job for where I am in life right now–the flexibility and time off with the kids is so great–but I know it’s not my end point. My major flaw is that I’ve never had the drive or sacrifice to “reach for the stars.” That shit takes work and I’ve never been able to fully commit. I’m hoping life gives me lots of years to keep exploring and get to the point where I feel like I’ve reached my full potential.
- Coming back ain’t easy. I thought I would come back home from this trip feeling refreshed and invigorated and ready to be super mom again. I don’t think it took more than five minutes on Monday morning for me to see how wrong I was. I got way too used to not having to feed kids and change diapers and force an almost four year old to brush his teeth. I know: my kids are adorable and awesome. Yes, you’re right. BUT, they’re also normal, haha. So Jake is pushing boundaries and I have to say his name 5 times, with the final “JACOB. WYATT. ARMSTRONG!” before he even cares to glance up, and everything is “I can’t” or “why” or “but just a liiiiiiiittle bit longer?” And Josh is my Josh. He never stops. Never stops moving. Never stops putting shit in his mouth. Never stops opening drawers he shouldn’t be opening (oh child proofing you say? Yeah, I should try that!). I also came back to several scheduled doctor’s appointments which meant I had to get them ready and out the door early. Today I decided to cancel my original summer plan for the day, and just take it easy, and it was amazing. Maybe some times I can just be mom, and not super mom, and we’ll all be a little more sane because of it.
- It takes a village…and a really great husband. If you’re wondering who was watching the kids that whole time…it was Jeff. He took time off from work and stayed home with them, and ROCKED the stay-at-home dad gig. I also came home to a clean home, and to a husband who appreciates all the little things I do for our family. *swoon*
See, this is the problem with not blogging often…every blog turns into a novel. Sorry. As a reward for making it this far:
- Read this if you want to cry happy tears. Someone I know is being a surrogate for one of her best friends, and it’s just happy heart emojies and googly eyes everywhere.
- The book I couldn’t put down on the plane is The Song of Achilles, by Madelline Miller. It’s such a great book! Love, war, and obviously Greek tragedy. Woof.