I am on vacation. But not really.
In the past four plus years, Trillian and I have spent some time away from home separately, as much as a week at a time. The longer times have either been work-related (for Trillian) or involved a trip to help an ailing family member (for both of us). But traditionally, the other parent stays home with Scooter and maintains a normal schedule as much as possible.
Scooter and Trillian are visiting her parents for not quite two weeks. My school schedule meant I couldn't get away right now, so Trillian is traveling solo with the kid for the first time. I still have to teach and meet with students, go to a doctor's appointment, grocery shop, clean up around the apartment, and make sure I have things moved out of the way for the maintenance men.
And yet it is still a vacation of sorts for me. No waking up to Scooter's demands. Or organizing my day around drop off and pick up times. Toys will not end up all over the place on a daily basis. And I will get the blankets all to myself. (If you couldn't tell, the first three are Scooter-related; the last one is all Trillian.)
Don't get me wrong, though. I already miss them terribly. There are, of course, daily phone calls that have been planned, including some via our webcam. And I know that Scooter will have so much fun with his grandparents and Trillian will have a chance to start looking at houses in the town where we want to live (and don't think that doesn't make me hyperventilate!). Who knows, I may even get some work done on my comps.