My husband went away for four days. It’s the longest he’s been gone since the baby was born, which is quite remarkable given that she’s seven months old.
To escape from what would have been four days of Dragon Mom’s psychotic dictatorship, I packed up the kids and my grandma and we went to the beach.
Remember not to tell my grandma you know she was there. She prefers to live a blog-free life. “What grandma?” Exactly.
My husband travels somewhat frequently, but I don’t exercise my slow-twitch business-trip muscle fibers enough run the race with endurance. I’m the one spasming and gasping for air.
So we left.
What’s the merit in tackling a parenting challenge head on when you can avoid it? Especially these days—I’m too tired.
The Oregon Coast in winter can be volatile and wild.
But adventure gives us something to live for.