So this past weekend A and I went to Vermont to ski for the weekend for a friends 30th birthday. It was the first trip we've taken since our son was born. We've been gone for overnights but not for 2 whole nights before. That, however, is not what this post is about. As much as I love my son and was torn, it was amazing that as soon as we dropped him off and I knew he was happy staying with this Aunt, I felt free. Did I miss him, of course, did I worry a little, yes, did it kill me when I called and my sister told me that he had cried "mommy" for 20 minutes before he finally fell asleep, YES. Did I know he was cared for and loved and would be just fine when we got back on Sunday, yes. You know what else I knew? I needed a break! With a traveling husband and working from home, I'm home alone ALOT. On the weekends ( or one of the 1000 snow days we've had this year) I'm usually home alone with our son. So when this opportunity came up (thanks to my friend!) I jumped at the opportunity, because not only was it good for me, I was SUPER excited to be with my friend for her birthday.
So off we went! We drove from Boston where my sister is up to Okemo to the most awesome house! It has something like 25 bedrooms (ok, exaggeration but it was 7 at least) with a great kitchen (2 actually!) a hot tub and a view of the mountain. We were with a whole group of friends. The first night we just ordered pizza and hung out. Some of the group had been there all day skiing and were tired some stayed up and drank. The next day we went skiing....
Now, I skiied alot as a kid, granted it had been at least 5/6 years since I been last but I grew up skiing with my Dad. So I'm a fairly confident skiier (despite showing off and making an ass of myself at least once). My husband however, had only been skiing once or twice before and while working up to the weekend he was all confident about it, when it actually came time to ski...it was a different story.
So we started off easy and I realized quickly that he had no actual skiing experience that taught him anything. He must have just been throwing himself down the mountain the first couple times he went. So I gave him some instructions and we kept working. It was really good for me becuase it made me start off slowly and not push myself too hard. After a while he got better and I was able to relax a little instead of following and watching his every move.
We went all the way to the top and the view was spectacular! You could see all the way to Mt. Washington and past, it was so clear. NH/VT/ME is my favorite part of the country so you can understand that I was just in heaven. We skiied all the way down the mountain, then went back up and by this time, the clouds had come down and it was snowing. Skiing while it's snowing is awesome. I just love it. We had such a good time all day, we skiied until they closed. The fresh air and the excercise were exactly what I needed. We went back to the house and showered and had an awesome dinner and then went into the hottub.
Sunday, we went home, stopped by my sisters to pick up Nathan, who as I expected was happy and well fed and had been introduced to chocolate milk (thanks sis). Then drove home. We were exhausted but completely refreshed.
That weekend was exactly what I needed and what made me realize that I had let the "easy way" take over my life. We could have said no. Nathan won't be ok for a weekend with my sister, or it's too expensive but we didn't and I'm so glad we didn't. It gave my husband and I some time to help repair our relationship and just be husband and wife again. It gave me time to have adult conversation and reconnect with who I am. It prompted my change in direction.
It also made me want to get back into skiing more and get my son and husband into it as well....but that's another story...
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