I think I may have discovered the three most beautiful words in the English language. Father/Son Campout. Growing up in a big family with all the kids the same age, solitude was a rare occurrence and I used to go to great lengths to find it. To the point where the garage roof became one of my favorite hangouts through junior high and when I could, I would hike for hours through the coulees, always trying to find one more place to explore so that I could be alone for just a half an hour more. In college I would drop Brandon off at school and drive up to Eldorado Springs to be out in the middle of nowhere, just listening to the silence.
Kaalam was born 4 years ago and it's been four years since I've really been alone for longer than naptime, and with no time limit. The boys have all been gone since yesterday afternoon and I am in heaven! Last night I started, worked on and then completed an entire project without a single interruption. I ate when I was hungry instead of when the kids needed to be fed, and I took a bath at the very moment that I decided to. I slept in, I ate chocolate without sharing, I drank water from a cup that hadn't been drooled in and I haven't heard a single person scream or cry or demand anything in hours. I worked all morning in my garden without ever once getting sprayed with the hose, or having to tell anybody to stop picking on their brother or we'll all go inside.
I really needed this. Since last August Brandon's been gone almost 5 full months and I really,
really needed a day off. I love my family, but sometimes you just need a little bit of time to breathe. Brandon has offered to take the kids to Colorado early for the 4th of July and then have me fly out a couple days later to give me a bit more time to myself. I am really, seriously considering it. This has been a much needed break.
They'll be back late this afternoon and I think I'm going to lay down and take a nap in the middle of the morning. How awesome is that?