The Kid-Free Vacation We All Need

Ya’ll saw how we flooded your feed with our Bahamas trip, right? What if I told you, this whole thing was a last-minute scramble? Yep, we were out here hustling for tickets the day before takeoff! So how exactly did we land in the Bahamas?

Unno couldn’t warn me?! No one told me that taking two pickneys on vacation is no joke! Seriously.

The original plan was to hit up Atlanta, chill with friends and all. But after leaving Justyce behind last year, I couldn’t deal with you all coming for me, so we had to wait for her visa to process. Procrastination queen over here, so of course the visa landed late in the summer. By the time we checked flights for a family of four to Atlanta, it was nearly a whole mil. Mi seh, “Whaaaat?!” No sah, not with September morning and school fees roun' di corner!

So boom! We decide, staycation it is. Book a nice, family-friendly hotel, let the kids mash up the place. Enter Royalton! The kids? LOVED it. Me? Sun bun mi up, mi prune out from too much waterpark time and listen, nobody warned me about rolling with a two-year-old terror. Jah Jah!

When the staycation done, mi look pon Garfield and say, “Boss, this AINT IT! Mi more tired now than when mi lef work, and mi did already mash up!” That’s when Garfield hit me with the Bahamas plan. And let me tell you something: that kid-free getaway? I didn’t even know how bad we needed it until we got there.

Here’s the truth—if yuh married with kids, you NEED a child-free vacation at least once a year. Trust me.

Give you a joke. Garfield posts this pic of me, captioned “Lecia and her adventures.” Someone jumped in the comments like, “Wha adventures? All she doing is posing in swimsuits on the beach.”

Listen, sis, FACTS!

But you see, lying in that hotel bed, unbothered, with no “Mommy!” or “Moooooom!” or anyone needing a snack or a hug or a damn thing from me… that right there was the adventure of my dreams. One morning we slept in till 1 p.m. Well… we weren’t exactly sleeping, if you catch my drift. But mi a tell you, no worries about banging on the door, no “quickie” energy. Just pure bliss!

Saw this meme the other day where a guy said, “I thought my wife hated me, but turns out all she needed was a break from the kids and to get bent over every piece of furniture in the hotel room.”

Same energy, bro. SAME!

All my fellow married folks with kids under 10? Y’all feel me on this!

Our Atlanta plans got scrapped but old folks would say, “Every disappointment is for an appointment!’ Mine wasn’t for an appointment with God, but man did I scream “oh God!”

Breezes Bahamas was EVERYTHING we didn’t know we needed.

Here’s the real talk, married folks with young kids: take the time! Trust me, you’ll come back refreshed, reconnected, and ready to take on the madness again. Life is hectic, and raising kids is no joke, but the peace and quiet with just you and your partner, can work wonders.

So plan it, book it, drop the kids with grandma, your nanny... anybody who will keep them alive... and don’t feel guilty—  your sanity and your relationship will thank you later!