Oh no! I was hoping you'd say you had such a great time that you didn't have time to feel guilty. I feel bad about leaving DH, DD and DS behind, but then again, I'm excited to have the opportunity to go super-commando and see all the things that are important to me. Will I feel as selfish as those "mine?" seagulls from Nemo???
Well, the heavy guilt was on the plane. And I really shouldn't have sat myself right behind a little kid. My mistake.
One interesting thing that happened was that while I was roaming around when I wanted where I wanted, etc, and having a good time being alone...I saw the other parents and kids, and the difficulties that some of them were having, and I realized that the difficulties are still OK. Being alone is great, but being wth the fam is great, too.
It wasn't an overwhelming, non-stop sense of guilt, just little pangs. Actually not all that different than when I would see families in my single years, but this time you have a face to think about, rather than just a vague maybe-someday thought.
But then I'd go somewhere that only I wanted to go, or sit when I wanted to sit...and the guilt would go away.
It was also harder on me because I'd never been away from DS since he arrived. Since we have a family bed, I knew I'd miss him even when I slept, so I was glad I was soooooo exhausted. I'd only had about 2 hours of sleep before getting up for my flight, and then due to the lateness of closing, arranging stuff for the next morning, then a long shower to try to help my sore muscles...and then the room was so steamy that it set off the smoke detector...so I probably didn't get to sleep until after 1am, which means I was up for almost 24 hours. Needless to say, I pretty much passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I hadn't moved when I woke up 7 hours later.
So anyway, if you've been away before, it might be better for you.
