I’m married to this guy that I like a whole lot, and he likes me too. We made three amazing kids together and we love to spend time together, just the five of us. We love to ski — we put all five of us in lessons two years ago — and spend our winters carving through fresh powder.
Last summer, our dream came true and we found ourselves owning a cabin at the hill we ski at. A few weeks ago, my brother offered to stay at our house with our kids so that my husband and I could spend two days and one night at our cabin, sans kids. It was just the two of us, without any little people needing anything.
The only ski boots we had to worry about were our own. (Ski boots are tricky beasts.) We skied and we snow shoed and we napped and we got to be me, and him, and us.
Getting away without your kids reminds you why you committed to each other in the first place. It also refreshes you so that you appreciate your kids and your life together.
Do you ever get a chance to get away without your kids? What do you do?
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