The problem with living far from relatives is… OK, there are a lot of ways to finish that statement.
… the kids don’t see their grandparents enough.
… the kids don’t get to build a relationship with their cousins.
… vacation time is spent visiting instead of vacationing.
… the money and carbon emissions involved in maintaining a family relationship.
Lately, the one that has been weighing on my mind is that my husband and I cannot go away together. Who would watch the children? We are hiring help, but we cannot leave the kids overnight with someone who has just started watching them. The grandparents have been known to travel all the way to London to watch our children, but there has been no opportunity for that since we’ve moved (and, let’s be fair, should all their vacation time be spent traveling and babysitting?) And the clock is ticking. Once this baby comes, there ain’t no going away for another year.
Despite all the frequent flier and hotel points my husband accrues, we have no way of using them to escape our children.
We got no babymoon with Zachary because I was spotting and couldn’t travel. We got no babymoon with Benjamin because we were neighborhood-hunting in London. And, yes, there are a lot worse things than not getting a romantic getaway, but we’re starting to need one sorely.
Then, it occurred to me, right about the time J’s best friend asked if he could join the guys in Vegas for a weekend in July (he asked me, which I thought was sweet but a bit odd). I have the perfect person to leave the kids with.
So, in a few weeks, J will have a guys’ weekend. And me? I won’t be at BlogHer the weekend following that because I will be going on a babymoon with my best friend.
Found a way to use those hotel points, after all.