This past weekend I did something that I just about never do–I went on a road trip. Alone.
As in, by myself.
To Chicago. It was glorious!
Did I mention that I went by myself?
My weekend was chock full of girl-time, food, live music, and thrift shopping. Did I mention that it was glorious?
My boys had a great “boys weekend” with Daddy. Hubby was great about sending cute photos to my phone so that I could see that our home wasn’t imploding because I had left. Everyone was well cared for and having a good time. I got a Rock Star reception when I returned. I’ve had at least 2 children velcro’d to me ever since. (They are so adorable!)
Then why did I feel just the teensy-est bit guilty?
One word: Motherhood. I think guilt is hard-wired into our estrogen make-up. So in in the midst of digging myself out of approximately
37, OK 7, loads of laundry, reading countless board books, and playing 12 consecutive games of Go Fish, I did what what any good mother would do after abandoning leaving their family for the weekend…
I resorted to bribery.
Cinnamon-Raisin Light and Fluffy Biscuits kind of bribery. My boys tried to be strong and let me wallow in my sel-imposed guilt a bit longer, but once the got home from school, they instantly succumbed to the cinnamon-raisiny goodness wafting through the house. My guilt was almost entirely assuaged. (Not that anyone ever tried to make me feel bad about going away.)
Just in case, I have some oven Fried Parmesan Chicken with sweet potato fries on-deck for dinner which should admonish my guilt entirely. 🙂