While we were on our vacation sans little dudes, we went out to dinner. My wife said, “Let’s try not to talk about the kids.” I told her it was a great idea. We lasted all of about five minutes. Well, when I say we, I mean me. The little dudes are just such a big part of our lives, they naturally take up a huge chunk of our conversational time.
When I was scuba diving and saw something really amazing (like the spectacular toadfish, which is found only in the Cozumel region), I’d immediately think my middle dude would have loved to see it. When I finished a book, I wanted to discuss it with my oldest dude. When I saw the huge water trampoline in the ocean, I wanted to start bouncing and diving with my littlest dude.
My wife, known to some as She Who Must Be Obeyed, and I had the occasional slip, but we managed to talk about other things than our little dudes on the vacation. We actually went a day or so without mentioning them more than once or twice. Hey, don’t look at me like that. There’s no way any parent can forget their little dudes and dudettes completely. So we weren’t completely successful. I mean, the only souvenirs we brought home were bull whips and shirts for the little dudes.
I think taking a vacation without the kids and — slightly — from the kids was a good thing. It let my wife and me reconnect with each other as people, instead of co-parents. We actually got to talk about things that wouldn’t interest a young dude. I think I quite like that.
Of course, now that we’re home, we’ve started talking about when the little dudes will get home as well. Still, it was a nice break while it lasted.