7 DAYS!!! But, first I have some questions to answer, some funny anecdotes to tell and other randomness.
Let’s get this out of the way. There are couple of questions that come up when I told people I was going on this trip. (Why I even need to clarify this, I don’t know, but it’s nice just put it out there)
1. How can you leave your kids for 13 days?
A: Well, for me and me only, I need the break. I need the adventure. I know that some parents have trouble leaving their kids, and I do too. This time is the worst for me because the 4yo actually is aware that I’m leaving, so it’s more difficult. However, we will Skype twice a day and the promise of a surprise when I come back is something she is looking forward too. It’s only 13 days and while I love my kids, I am the type of person who has to do things for myself too. I’m human, not a robot that now that I have a child, my whole entire life is solely devoted to them. If that’s you, I’m fine with that. You do you and I’ll be me and all is good in the world.
2. What about your husband? Or a family vacation instead?
A: Great question! We moved last year and my husband changed jobs, so he doesn’t have vacation hours yet. As for a summer family vacation, it’s difficult because the 10y0 is with his mom for 7 weeks during the summer. So, it’s just my husband, the 4yo and me for most of the summer. And let’s face, the 4yo is on vacation everyday of her life. Not to mention that we have a pool, we live one mile from the river and nine miles from the beach. It’s not like we are stuck in some hell hole!
3. How can you afford this?
A: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! But, this trip has been 2 years in the making and while you might put value on other things in life, I put a lot of value in traveling.
And I saved the best for last!
4. I was actually asked this. Like seriously! I guess it was more like a declaration, than a question. I can’t believe your husband is letting you go without him. And I can’t believe he’s letting you go to Africa without a male escort.
I have quite the knack for hurting myself either right before my trips or during. Before my last Italy trip, I spilled hot wax on my hand and severely burned it. Then a few days later, I stepped on rusty nail that went right through my foot. During my trip to Costa Rica, I bruised my side from jumping awkwardly off a rope swing. And then there was that whole running through jungle thorn bushes during the earthquake, cutting my face and arms. Now, I’ve managed to cut the ball of my foot open while paddle boarding Sunday. Of course I did.
Now, if you know Ashley and I, you will probably want to keep track of us. I just told her yesterday that I think we should try to break a Guinness World Record while there. Which one, who cares! We will also be filming our Amazing Race video. And who can forget, having an epic adventure with Kai and Betty.
And this should go without saying, I love and thank my husband from the bottom of my heart for letting me be me and having this much needed adventure. Not everyone understands, but I love that you get me. You are my rock, my heart and my soul. And when I get back, we can starting counting down til our trip! xoxo