We’re going away this weekend to my sister’s. I should be excited, right? Truthfully, I’m not that into weekends away. I feel like I fall behind. Last time I went away, I took Monday off to get stuff done like gardening and food shopping because it stressed me out so much not having everything set up for the week. This weekend is a long weekend and we’re coming back on Sunday but still. I noticed the arugula is browning this morning and I need to thin it out. I have to buy a birthday present for my nephew and pack before we go. I’ll have to take Friday off for the drive up. I think I’m turning into my mother. I would prefer to be at home, in my own yard, on my own routine. Is that awful?

Last summer we spent a week at the cape with family and I burst into tears one night. Z wasn’t sleeping, my husband seemed negative, it just seemed hard. My mother said vacation with children is just work in a different place. I guess that’s how I feel going away this weekend. Plus, there will be a party which causes social anxiety for me. I won’t know anyone and that’s always hard for me.

What about you? Are you a homebody too? Do you take lots of weekends away? How do your kids adjust to the change in routine?