Getting away as a mama is funny, isn’t it?

The week leading up to your getaway is approximately 30 million hours long. Everything that could go wrong, does. And you don’t feel like you’re even going to make it.

But you do.

And then the emotions hit you and the kiddos that have been driving you up the wall all week? They’re too hard to say goodbye to. You might even shed a tear or two putting the baby down before you leave.

But then you get to your destination. And all is peaceful. Perfect. Exactly as it should be. And it’s already bittersweet because you’ve decided you never ever want to leave.

But you do.

The weekend ends all too soon and before you know it, you’re walking back through those familiar house doors once again.

And chaos strikes without missing a beat. You don’t even get a chance to breathe before reality decides to hit you in the face. And it feels like you’ll never get back into the swing of things.

But you do.

And as the days go on and things get back to normal, you realize that as good as the getaways are, nothing in the whole wide world is quite as sweet as this place right here.

And the truth is, I don’t ever want them to grow up.

But they will.

So I guess I’ll embrace each chaotic moment as it comes, because all too soon, these walls will hold silence instead of squeals, and I’ll give anything to re-live it all again.

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