Thanks to my in-laws’ kind willingness to babysit for a week, I was able to visit hubby in Berlin sans kids. I had never been apart from them for more than three days, so leaving was a bit of a struggle. They cried, I cried and we counted the number of bedtimes until I would be home again.
But once I got on the plane, it was like, “Kids? What kids?”
Three days into the trip, hubby asked, “How are the children doing?”
“Um, I assume they’re doing okay.”