My oldest son was born almost 40 months ago. And since his birth, I can count on one hand the amount of times my husband and I have been away on vacation by ourselves without carting our children along. Actually, I can count on no hands the amount of times because it is… Zero! We’ve traveled with the kids. Multiple times. We’ve also been away separately. There have been business trips, bachelor parties, weddings, and short familial obligations that we had to attend to alone. But a trip together… for pure leisure… alone? Not in over three years. So it was with both excitement and trepidation this past weekend that we left our two small children in my parents’ loving and able hands so that we could sneak off and spend exactly three days and three nights childfree, together, and alone. And you know what? It was weird. And awesome! It was weird not having to pack my purse full with snacks, games, treats and teaching children reading books in order to survive a two hour flight. And awesome! It was strange being able to sit on an airplane and read a magazine cover to cover, as well as a book on my iPad without my son fighting me for the device. And awesome! It was crazy not having to walk into our hotel room and survey the room for objects my children could destroy. And awesome! It was bizarre getting an actual full night’s uninterrupted sleep, and even more bizarre waking up after 10 am each morning. And awesome! And it was just straight wacky being able to decide to go somewhere and walk out the door unhindered five minutes later. (And awesome.) My children are the coolest little people I know, and I love spending as much time as I can soaking up their blossoming personalities. But you know what? My husband and I are pretty cool too (most of the time), and being away together alone made me realize how little time we’ve taken for ourselves since our children were born, as well as how little time we’ve taken to appreciate each other as people, and not just as parents. We are constantly battling hectic work schedules, coordinating childcare and school drop offs and pick ups, and still trying to find that quality family time that is so hard to come by. And in that respect our household is pretty typical. But it’s also important to find a balance and spend time with our partners, friends and even some quality alone time every now and again. I don’t mean to suggest that a weekend away is imperative to get the recharge that is so sorely needed at times. A short jog, a half hour with a cup of coffee and a good book, or dinner with a good friend or your partner can also do wonders for recharging the spirit and leave you a better parent at the end of the day. So in the midst of my three days of pure, unadulterated, childfree luxury, I found myself missing my children, and I couldn’t wait to get back to them. Well, after I woke up at 10 am! How do you find time for yourself in the midst of all the time you have dedicated to other people? Have any tips for the rest of us overscheduled and guilt-ridden parents?