Right now, I am sitting in an airplane going with my husband to a class in Kansas. This class is special, since no children are allowed. It is the first time in 12.5 years that we are alone for six days—date nights not counting. When my husband told me about the opportunity to go to this class without our children, my first thoughts were:
“Who is going to watch our children?”
“Is this class really so important for me to be there as well?”
“What if something happens to the kids while I am gone?”
“What if…”








