I just got back from 8 days in paradise. Our family has a 100-year old cabin in Desolation Wilderness built by my husband’s great grandfather; It’s rustic and simple and has no cell reception. It has no TV and no central heating. We hike into the mountains, make nightly fires, swim in the alpine lakes, and eat dinner on the deck with just the sky, the trees, and the sound of streams running and birds chirping and chipmunks scuttling among the rocks.
Now that I'm a mom, vacation is about THEM. Watching my 4-year old climb for 2 hours on the steepest mountain trail, watching my two daughters invent games with sticks and rocks and pine cones, teaching them how to catch and release crawdads from hand-made fishing poles, seeing them play in the same stream their dad and grandfather grew up playing in.
While I was on vacation, I didn't work for a second, but I did carve out some ‘me’ time; and for me, 'me' time means more than just...