Those of you who are parents know that once you have a little one, your schedule goes out the window. Your little one dictates much of your time. Activities are planned around naps and/or bedtimes. Travel is planned around how long the flight is and how easy it is to get somewhere after you land. Everything needs to be planned ahead including snacks, activities, and sleep. Packing for a family takes preparation and planning. Days of carrying your suitcase on and sleeping on the plane seem to be behind you. Unless, of course you are lucky enough to have someone watch your little one while you get away…
My parents offered to come and watch Brooks so that Chris and I could go on a trip. This past weekend, the two of us went to Tulum, Mexico. We carried on our bags. I had plenty of room in my suitcase because it wasn’t packed with diapers, sippy cups, and toys. We left early Thursday morning; took a 3 hour and 15 minute flight and then drove an hour and a half to our destination. We stayed in a beautiful one bedroom “house” right on the beach. We spent our days doing exactly what we wanted. We laid at the beach, we did yoga together, we got a couples massage. We went to dinner when we were hungry (without the ipad and without having to walk around the restaurant) and slept when we were tired. The time together was priceless.
Prior to our trip, I looked forward to sleeping late but surprisingly we never slept past 7:30 or 8. Tulum is a very relaxing, low-key place. There are no night-clubs or wild parties. Since I’m pregnant and Chris hates missing things, this was the perfect destination for us. We enjoyed the days, had wonderful dinners, and then went to bed by 10 every night. It was good for me to realize that most likely, I can’t sleep in any more anyway. I suppose it’s a matter of perspective, but feeling like I have to get up because Brooks gets up versus just knowing that I would be up anyway, does make me feel better.
There were a few families staying at our hotel and I watched adorable toddlers running around the beach in diapers or in nothing at all. As I watched them, I certainly missed Brooks. I missed his smile and his laugh. I missed holding him and seeing his face. Still, as I sat in the sun with a book in my hand thinking about him, I was happy that Chris and I came by ourselves. We were gone for 4 1/2 days which was the perfect amount of time. Chris and I left feeling refreshed and Brooks did great with my parents.
I look forward to taking Brooks to the beach in the coming months. I know he’ll love it and he’ll be so much fun. I certainly don’t want to take anything away from family vacations or our time with him. I also know though that the time Chris and I got to spend together is a blessing. Our relationship is the foundation of our family and nurturing that relationship is time well spent.