One of the things I've come to realize that totally sucks about being divorced, is taking an adult vacation. Well not actually taking one, but having the foolish notion that one is even possible.
When you're single (prior to kids) your not responsible or accountable to anyone but yourself and no one will think or say boo (except maybe your boss), if you just travel off anywhere, anytime with anyone.
When you're married, it's a given that for the sake of the marriage, you must leave the kids with a relative and fly off somewhere for a weekend at least once a year, under the pretext of rekindling the flame.
When you're divorced, (with kids) it's a whole different ball of wax. You can't just spontaneously jet off on a moments notice, you have co-parenting responsibilities that must be coordinated and kid functions to plan around. Having to ask the Ex to cover for you, whether it's a school function, Tae Kwon Do class or swim lessons, it almost feels like you're asking your Ex permission to leave town. Even just letting the Ex know ahead of time that you won't be in town in case of a kid emergency seems like a loss of autonomy.
If you can get past the coordination and the go-ahead nod from the Ex. You have the reality that your available travel funds are more limited then before. When you were single before kids, you didn't have extra mouths to feed, or an obligatory mortgage, or college saving plans for your offspring and retirement planning was something you would get to when you settled down and started a family. When married, at least you have the advantage of dual income to chase the traditional American family dream and acquire all the requisite chattel. (Which I now believe is a farce.) When divorced, the income is split and the expenditures are doubled maintaining two household. So what use to take 6 months to a year to save for a getaway (keep your sanity, break from reality) trip, now takes several years to finance without robbing your kids future or resigning yourself to a cardboard box dwelling in some back alley during your golden years.
Once you have put away enough cash to make the dash, then the dilemma is who do you go with. If you are in a relationship, then it's probably not an issue. But if you're still relationship gun-shy or haven't found a yin to match your yang and are presently resigned to single-dom, you find yourself running the names and faces of family and friends through your head, pondering who might be a suitable travel companion. This person is married, that person is penny-poor, I'm not that close to what's his name any more, so-and-so is a total drag or maybe wears drag, friends-of-the-opposite-sex might get the wrong idea if I ask them. Basically eliminating most everyone for one reason or another. Then BLAM, reality smacks you dead in the face. If you're going anywhere you'll be going solo. If I had to do some sole searching or needed to find myself, that might sound appealing. But I was craving some adventure, some adult (not necessarily sexual) interaction, someone to share an expensive bottle of wine, maybe hit a bar or night club or sight see. Just not kid orientated for once. I deserve that! I need that! An adult vacation! Why is that so hard?
Humpf! Being single after divorced and wanting a kid-free vacation... ridiculousness! I guess I'll start planning the next vacation for the kids.