My husband and I took a twenty-four hour vacation. This was a real vacation-- not like the ones I always take in my head. We packed up the car and drove a little over an hour to a seaside community in Connecticut. We hung out by the pool. We read books and magazines without interruption. We went out to lunch and to dinner and to breakfast. I didn't even make the bed. It was glorious.
We did all this WITHOUT our children. Really. Did I mention it was glorious?
My sister who lives in North Carolina very kindly and without any obvious reservation volunteered to stay with the young contrarians. There was no arm-twisting, no desperate pleas, and no cries on either end. The kiddos had a blast and my husband and I got ten solid hours of sleep. Ten!
And get this: My sister even volunteered to stay with them again! It appears that she loves my rascal spawn and thankfully doesn't see them enough to get fed-up with their shenanigans.
Now the trick is making sure five more years don't pass before we do this again!