When I was a little girl I told my parents I was running away from home. I angrily grabbed my snoopy suitcase (reason enough to run why did I have that?) and started packing. My loving father came upstairs and handed me a $20 because he said I would need a little cash. I stomped downstairs, out the front door, and down the street for ….about 5 minutes. My mom was following me probably promised me Sara Lee poundcake and I cowardly caved.
Now I’m 46 and have decided to temporarily run away from home next weekend. I’m a planner so I needed to schedule my escape.
Here are the top ten reasons I’m bailing:
- I ask questions to my family and it’s like they disintegrate into thin air. They literally don’t answer me
- I emptied the dishwasher 5 times in 3 days
- I’m not happy with my bathroom lighting situation
- If I watch Julia scroll though her phone for one more second I will…
- My husband disagreed with me. He knows I hate that
- I can’t poop here
- Postmates is starting to judge me as a mother
- I need to meet new people and find out what they enjoy on Netflix
- I want to drink earlier and it not be frowned upon
- Mama just needs a time out
A few disclaimers. I had a fantastic family filled Mother’s Day. I love my family. I’m lucky. I know we all do and we all feel lucky. But it’s ok to complain from time to time. It’s ok to say “I’m gonna be right back. Just give me a sec.” Kids get it with sleepovers, camp and various summer activities. I think husbands should do it more with guy trips, adventure outings, or…. hookers.
I will run away temporarily and be better for it. I just hope I don’t have to pay the stupid airline change fee when I book a later flight home.
**I’ve upgraded from my Snoopy case to my favorite carry-on ever! I’ve packed for a week with plenty to choose from.