I took a vacation.
A real bonafide vacation. And oh internets, it was lovely. It was only the second big trip I have ever taken. All other trips have been trips to see family, weekend camping excursions, or weekends in Vegas (twice). Three years ago Husband and I took an amazing (belated) honeymoon trip to Spain. On returning, we immediately began socking away money for another big trip. Italy? Belize? New Zealand? We didn't care, but we were saving.
We had socked up quite a little nest egg, or at least a pretty good one for two postdocs with a kid and a mortgage. But ultimately neither one of us could afford to take much time away from the bench, and neither one of us felt comfortable spending a lot of money on a vacation at a time when the economy is so terrible.
Husband convinced me that what we really were in short supply of was couple-time, so we decided to leave the Bean with her grandma and take a little 4 day jaunt to a warm and sunny locale which shall remain nameless (but which may or may not have been stricken by a horrible and fast moving virus).
Now, this all seemed like a good idea when we booked the trip in February... a few days of sunshine and margaritas, sleeping in and generally talking to each other about things other than poop and crayons. But as the time approached, I became less enthused with the idea of being separated from Bean for 4 days. In fact, if we had bothered applying for a passport for her, she would have come... I literally wouldn't have been able to leave her. But as it was, she didn't have a passport and Husband said if I didn't go he was going alone... so we went and Bean stayed.
And apparently Bean did not miss us at all. My mother said she never cried once because we weren't there. I, on the other hand, was totally pining for my daughter the entire time.
But, while my mommy side was heartsick and missing Bean, the wife side of me had a fantastic time. I can not tell you how lovely it was to not only spend time with my husband, but just to be outside in the warm warm sunshine. And to swim in a lovely pool. To eat ceviche. To read 3 books which did not have animals as main characters. To sleep 8 hours a night. We went snorkeling (which we could never have done with a toddler). We had wine with dinner. We stayed up late. We got up and drank coffee watching the waves. It was lovely.
On the other hand, with Bean waiting back at Grandma's, I was more than happy to come home. Bean met us in the airport, and I cried when I hugged her.
Now we are back in Dissertation City where it is grey and rainy. My commute has been a total mess. Husband is taking time points in lab in the middle of the night. Bean is working on one of her molars. But surprisingly, I'm happy to be home.