Or will I...
I have been desperate for a break from the boys. Not that I don't love and adore them, but because motherhood - hell, parenthood, is tough! It is hard work to be so constantly present, conscious and strategic in the choices and decisions we make and the behaviour we model. In fact its impossible to be so, well, 'perfect' all the time. It is not only the physicality of these parenting demands, but also the emotional, intellectual and spiritual investments we make. And the remorse and guilt when I fall off the trying-to-be-a-great-mom-wagon is doubly exhausting. I'm not even striving to be a perfect mom. I long ago settled for being a "good enough mom". For those of you who are parents, I guess I don't need to convince you that this is a tough job - I can already see you nodding your virtual heads.
Anyway, I needed a break, so off I went on a weekend to Dubai to see my great friend Ali. Five days of relaxing, catching up and SHOPPING! Ah, bliss! I got back on the plane feeling really relaxed and refreshed.
Unfortunately I wasn't home an hour before I began to feel completely overwhelmed again. The fallout from a trip away from home began to unravel and it almost instantly felt like I was being punished.
