I’ve been to heaven…and back.

I’m a New Yorker. Even though I now live in the Midwest, I will always be a New Yorker. That means that I can’t leave my house unlocked when I go to a neighbor’s house, and I definitely can’t leave jewelry out on my dresser when I’m not home. And that over-protective nature includes going on vacation. So if you have been wondering why there hasn’t been a blog post for a few days, the cat’s now out of the bag – I’ve been on vacation and too scared to tell anyone for fear that someone would steal my kids, or worse yet, my collection of 80’s hairband records.

As for where I have been. Well, I’ve actually been to heaven for parents who leave their children for a few days. This heaven is called Cabo San Jose.

We stayed at an all-inclusive resort where as I walked in the front door, I believe I heard angels singing. You also had St. Peter (aka Michael, the bellman) hand you a Pina Colada upon check in and show you the beautiful word of swim up bars and endless snacking.

As if that wasn’t a sign you were in heaven yet, then you see the view. The view of the ocean. The view of the lounge chairs. The view of a place without any responsibilities.

Yes, I missed my children, but I’m ok saying that this trip was about being a grown up. About being with my husband and finally not hating dinnertime. We actually ate meals without rolling our eyes. We actually finished conversations. And we even read a magazine that didn’t have one spot of peanut butter and jelly on it.

And I wrote.

I woke up every morning with a cup of tea in my hand, the computer on a wicker table facing the ocean and I wrote. I wrote chapters of my book, I wrote posts for the future, and I wrote words to simply put in my journal so I can’t forget the peace I felt for a few days of staring out at the water.

Staring out of the water while also sipping rum concoctions every three hours and eating food that I can’t pronounce.

It was heaven.

And now I’m back. And it’s cold, and the kids are overtired and over stimulated.

But I smile. Because this chaos is what makes me appreciate that ocean view. And this chaos is my life. And in some weird way, when I look at the two kids lying on my chest as we watch Toy Story for the 10,000th time, I realize that heaven comes in many forms. From a cocktail on the beach with my husband, to the snores of little ones stealing my covers, I’m lucky to always be in one kind of heaven. And honestly, I’m happy to be back.

Of course, ask me that again in about 4 hours when they want to watch that damn movie again and I’m looking around for my cocktail waitress…



  1. Buenisimo!

    I am mucho jealous!

  2. Bliss! So happy for you.

  3. I need a vacation on the beach…like now. There’s nothing better than getting away with the husband for a much needed, kid free, adventure. I like both of your heavens.

  4. A change of scenery does help us to appreciate our everyday heaven. There’s nothing like a few days of relaxation and rum drinks to recharge the soul!

  5. Good for you for getting away…and for hiding the family jewels! (I’m a former New Yorker, too!). It’s a VERY good thing to take a break and recharge. I hope your kids appreciate you as much as you appreciate them…for a little while. :-)

  6. You made that sound so good, I want to make a reservation! What resort was it?

  7. It sounds heavenly!! The few times I have been able to get away with my hubby, I always say “I didn’t realize how badly I needed a break unit I got one!” It makes the chaos a little more bearable upon return – at least for a while!

  8. LOL. I’m an ex New Yorker who lived in the Midwest for 15 years (living in Tampa at the moment). But I’m constantly aggravating my husband by locking him out of the house. He’ll go out to mow the lawn or dump trash or walk the dog, and when I routinely check the door, I lock him out! I’ll never get used to that laissez faire leave-the-door-unlocked attitude!

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