As a mother of five kids (I got married and had 5 kids all in an 11 year span), I have felt the need to escape the laundry…the noise…the cooking. Don’t get me wrong. I love being a mom. I wouldn’t want it any other way, noise and laundry and chaos and all. This post from Kimberly on our sister site, 5 Minutes for Faith, resonated with me this week.
My then boyfriend (now husband) looked over at me with a grin as we drove the deposit from the retail store we worked at to the bank. I am sure a girly giggle escaped my lips as he said to me, “We have two hundred dollars in cash right here. Let’s run away to Mexico.” Not that two hundred would have gotten us far. We’ll also ignore the fact that his suggestion may not have been too godly – what with the stealing and us not being married and all. He wasn’t serious.
Sometimes running away does sound tempting, though. Kids fighting. Dishes piling. Bills mounting. Stress looming. I confess that when the going gets tough, I want to get going – as in as far away from whatever is stressing me out as possible.
My longings to escape turn into an ever-growing “if only” list.
If only Jason and I could go on vacation, just the two of us. If only I could go on some retreat. If we could just get another date night. If the girls would just take a nap.