Last weekend, all the Kubal men embarked on a little getaway to Apple Canyon. Early last Friday morning Bill, his dad, his brother Mike, our nephews Justin and Jack, and of course, Dylan, stuffed three cars full of supplies, snacks and bags and headed off for three days of golf, fishing, and hanging out in a cabin.
Every time I told someone I was going to have an entire weekend to myself, the answer was always "Oh my Gosh, enjoy!" or "I am so jealous!" The truth of the matter, though, was that I was a nervous wreck. This would be the longest I had ever been away from Dylan, and the first time since he came home that I had been away from both him and Bill. Sure, I had the house to myself sometimes when Bill was out of town and Dylan was at school, but not for three days straight. Besides all the usual "mom" worries about the welfare of my son away from me (What if he fell? What if he was bit by a spider or some other animal in the woods? What if he fell off the boat while fishing? Would Bill remember to brush his teeth at night?), I was also suprised to find myself worried about myself: how was I going to fill up the time? Would I be able to sleep well? Would I be worrying about the boys all weekend?
With much trepidation, I gave Dylan and Bill a big hug and kiss on Friday morning, advised Bill to keep his cell phone with him at ALL times and to be prepared to receive many, may texts and phone calls from me, and saw them pull away from the driveway. I walked back into the now empty house and listened to that resounding silence. This was what I would be hearing for the next 72 hours. It was unnerving. So much so, in fact, that I had to get out of the house. Immediately.
Lucky for me, I had a plan. Since I recently lost a significant amount of weight and my birthday was coming up I decided to take the weekend to do some much-needed summer shopping. Between that and going out to dinner on Friday (with my sister-in-law Kathi and her sister Brianne)and Saturday nights (with my mother-in-law Emma, my other S-I-L Anne, and her husband Shawn), my weekend went by in a flash and before I knew it, it was Sunday morning and my boys were starting the drive back home. I'd worried - yes I had - and I had called Bill a lot more often than I normally do, but I had survived my first weekend away from both of them!
For his part, Dylan had ZERO problems being away from me for 3 days. In fact, he was having so much fun that he didn't even want to talk on the phone with me at all! Of course, he arrived home in one piece, although a little tired, and has not stopped mentioning that he wants to go back to Apple Canyon all week. Bill also had a wonderful time, although the poor guy was EXHAUSTED after taking care of a rambunctious four-year-old all weekend. He literally walked in the door, had lunch, then went upstairs for a two-hour nap to recover.
All in all, it was a wonderful weekend for all and there is already talk amongst the men about making it a yearly thing. Will I still worry if they go back next year? Probably. But at least I know that we will all survive it.