It took me exactly one week and a day to reach the place of pre-vacation. By that I mean, it took me a week and a day to reach the point of no patience, complete and utter disregard for the nonstop shenanigans. Frankly I see that as success.
The problem begs that I would have to leave my children for a week every other week in order to maintain that post-vacation uphoria that allowed me to be a better parent. That’s clearly not going to be recreated for quite sometime so I’m going to have to find another way to touch base with that good, relaxed, patient mom again. Hmmmm
I recently read an article about being a selfish mom. I am not as proud as she was (although she gave quite a few examples of how good it is to be a selfish mom) but I am nonetheless. I want it to be easy to raise my kids and still be able to keep the lifestyle I’ve become accustomed to – time away from my kids to both pamper myself and be social separate from them. Yikes, I think that looks worse than I thought it would in type!
In addition to what I want for myself, I want it to be easier to be around them. Each has many qualities truly enjoyable and incredibly special but generally being with them is too hard to really focus on the good stuff. I felt like the good stuff either became more pronounced or my tolerance for the bad stuff became higher post trip and I long for that perspective again.
I’ve always believed in a strong will…especially my own. But I struggle so much to force myself into that person but I inevitably find myself back where I don’t want to be – ultimately who I believe I don’t want to be. So why do I do that when I really think I want to be this post-vacation person?