Betsy's Blog

I love holiday weekends. It is not like I am traveling or going anywhere fun...No, I just want to hang out with Aidan. Leisurely, cuddly, chatty mornings, visiting friends and family, and just being together is my idea of perfect. Being a working parent I definately do not take for granted the extra time Iholidays allow me spend with my son.

Yesterday was Monday. Back to the grind. Yuck. When I got up I had twinges of sadness and a knot in my stomach as I dove up to your pre-school. Well apparently the feeling was mutual. When I said goodbye you cried. The look on your face matched the way I was feeling inside. You clutched me and just sobbed. It broke my heart, because I felt the same way. No, your tears said, I don't want it to end.

I earned a sabbatical at work, 2 weeks of paid time off. The catch: It is 2 weeks taken consecutively. Now I cannot afford to travel, so my idea of a perfect vacation: Relaxing, wonderful mornings, visiting friends and family. Perfect.

Who needs Paris?