a week away

A week in rad Jamaica
Has me here sitting with my thoughts
The hubs and me, minus the kids
Our best friends helped to fill their spots

We drank all day in the sun
Rum punch cocktails were plentiful
Boogied down to reggae music
And watched the sunsets—beautiful!

Each night at five we'd call home
To both the girl and boy to say
”How was your day? We love you both!”
”So glad to hear you are ok!”

At the end of every call
Our sweet daughter was sure to ask
”Are you ready to come home?” 
Her question became my tallest task

First few days I told the truth
Said, “No, I think I want to stay!”
After a few days more, you ask?
I still felt the exact same way!

I didn't wash a single dish
And slept as well as my husband
Ate first instead of last for once
Let’s hope my children are thick-skinned!

No diapers needed changing
Did not hear one complaint either
No ‘please eat this’ or ‘pick up that’
And no ‘go back to beds’ neither

Each morning we awoke
To each other instead of them
In our face demanding things
OMG this week has been a gem

We ate, drank, and were merry
Hit all the pool bars too
Walked the beach and went to town
Was always something fun to do!

Holding hands like little lovebirds
Is quite rare for the two of us
But we sure did reconnect
This week away thing—is a must

Thought one week would be enough
But it turns out that it was not
If we added three more days
Perhaps that may have hit the spot