My Boys Are Kicking Me Out. Yay!!

My husband pulled off one of the biggest and kindest surprises of our entire 25 year relationship!

In the midst of all of our family gathered around the tree exchanging gifts, Scott and Sam handed me a package. I slowly peeled back the paper and found a gift basket inside.  I was confused by the note.

I explored the goodies in the basket and found a gift card for a nice dinner, a gift card for a pedicure, a new pair of my favorite slippers, a book, a bottle of one of my favorite wines, and a receipt for a hotel room with a jacuzzi.

As I looked at my boys, still a little confused, they explained that I would be going by myself.

BY MYSELF. Did you get that? Do you understand what that means?

You see, Ella turns 2 on January 7th. She has been a horrible sleeper, with uninterrupted nights being few and far between. And I stay exhausted. But on January 2, a day after I turn 44 (gasp!), my boys are sending me away to be by myself.

To rest. To read. To relax. To recharge.

To be me. Not a mama. Not a wife. Just me.

I'm getting a little teary eyed right now just thinking about it.

This is just something I would never do for myself. My boys will have their hands full taking care of Ella, putting her to bed (I hope she stays asleep!) and getting ready for school the next morning. So I appreciate and am forever grateful for their sacrifices to make this amazing experience happen!

So, here's my prediction. While I am soaking in the blissfulness of being alone for about 30 hours and master of my time, I think I'll be miserable if my boys are not constantly texting me and sending me pictures of all that I'm missing.