Recently I took a little weekend jaunt with my parents and my sisters and they all brought their kids and I left mine home because I’m just mean that way.

There were times when I was gloating that I did not have my children, (especially on the plane ride) and times I was feeling MAJOR guilt for leaving them home, as I thought about what fun they would have in the gi-normous Toys R Us and they never see these cousins, etc, etc, and so forth.  Despite the guilt, it was way fun, and I enjoyed myself immensely.

Today as I was frantically driving to Parent-Teacher Conferences (a post in and of itself) which was in betweeen ballet classes for each girl, and trying desperately to time it all correctly so that each event would be on schedule and maybe we could hit the book fair, too, my oldest daughter was in the back seat.

“You know, Mom, when you were gone, I didn’t miss you at all.”

I had no response to that, but I’m choosing to view it as a sign that I should travel alone more often.  Anyone care to join me?