On a Jet Plane

I’m headed to the airport in a few hours to fly far, far away from my husband and children. For eight glorious days I will not be responsible for wiping anyone else’s behind. I’m excited, you guys.

Bob and I had to think really hard to remember the last time I got a break from parenting. (A few hours of solo grocery shopping at Target doesn’t count.) Our memory is hazy but we both remember a time back in 2013 when I spent a couple of days with friends visiting Virginia wineries. That was almost TWO YEARS ago. Two years since I’ve spent a night apart from my kids. I’ve certainly never been away from my children for anything even close to a week before. That’s nine years of parenting without a vacation. My goodness, that’s the worst employee benefits package EVER. Perhaps I need to add ‘gain a little distance’ to my new year’s resolutions.


I’ll be visiting my friend, Jenn, in London and we’re taking the train to Edinburgh, Scotland, for a couple of nights. I’ve never visited either city but I’ve been promised a tour of a castle so prepare yourself for a nauseating amount of Instagram pictures of Very Old Things.

Jenn and I have been best friends since sixth grade. Sixth grade! Almost thirty years now. She has been living in London with her family for more than two years and I haven’t seen her in about a year and a half so I’m excited to catch up. Even though, she’s the type of friend that you don’t really have to catch up with. When we get together, it’s like we’ve never been apart. That type of friend. Everyone should have a friend like that.

I’ve tried to be strategic about my packing and have my belongings down to one (1) suitcase and one (1) purse. Which is a big deal since, on my honeymoon, I brought a suitcase just for my shoes. I’m trying to travel light this time.

When my cousin was visiting over Thanksgiving, I fell in love with the bag she was carrying. Over my protests, and because she is incredibly kind, she left it behind for me as a gift. Turns out her mother, my aunt, made the bag! Because I have absolutely zero skills when it comes to making anything of any kind, I am simply amazed with her talent. It’s the Market Bag from her Etsy shop and fits everything I need for the airport and long flight (my Kindle, my huge MomAgenda) while leaving plenty of room for snacks.

It’s my new favorite bag and it’s making me very happy. As is that Orla Keily (for Target) wallet peeking out of the top there. I take my handbags very seriously.


I have filled a good portion of the front of our fridge with magnets and notes to help Bob survive over the next eight days. He’s a completely competent father but even with his superior parenting skills, it’s the details I worry about. My brain is filled with all kinds of specific information and general knowledge that keep this household humming along and there aren’t enough Post-it notes in the world to share that data. So, I’ve given him bus stop times, Tylenol dosing information, the number for our pediatrician and contact information for a couple of neighbors.

I’m sure everything will be FINE. But, just in case, you might want to keep Bob in your thoughts and prayers this coming week. He’s going to have his hands full. And, probably, going to need his own eight-day vacation upon my return.

2 thoughts on “On a Jet Plane

  1. I hope you have the BEST time! I’m sure you can feel my jealousy from there. Looking forward to reading all about your trip! Be safe. 🙂

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