When the mom guilt starts creeping in, just remember how many times you’ve told them to put their dirty clothes in the hamper not on the floor damn it…and you’ll realize you’re long overdue for a kid-free getaway.

San Ysidro Ranch

Montecito, California

Sometimes the best part of traveling without kids is staying at a hotel where there aren’t any. And while San Ysidro Ranch allows children, it doesn’t exactly cater to them (imagine entertaining a four year old in an orange grove?), so you won’t find many on property. Instead, this 500 acre lavender scented slice of heaven on earth will make you forget your parental responsibilities long enough to turn into someone who cares about hummingbird species and cold pressed olive oil. Dotted with vine-covered craftsman cottages hidden between lemon trees and lily ponds, San Ysidro is the picture of romance. Plus, it’s practically built for low-key relaxation, with its stunning outdoor spa, award winning food and wine program, and on-property (read: non-strenuous) hiking trails.

Four Seasons Lanai

Lanai City, Hawaii

We know that leaving the kids behind can be both a thrilling and terrifying prospect. The best part about the Four Seasons Lanai is that despite feeling like a private island far from civilization, it’s still very much a part of the United States, so when your first grader calls to ask where you put her goggles and your preteen can’t remember if he has soccer practice on Tuesdays or Wednesdays (even though you reminded him before you left and left a note for the sitter god damnit), you can field their phone calls from Nobu without worrying about the international phone bill waiting for you when you get home.

The Mayflower Inn & Spa

Washington, Connecticut

What happens when a multi-million dollar renovation culminates at the eye of an increased-need-for-great-properties-within-driving-distance-of-New-York-City vortex? Reservations so hard to come by, you’d think Litchfield County was the new Amalfi Coast. All jokes aside, the newly refurbed Mayflower Inn & Spa is a hot ticket for east coast weekenders, and not without warrant. The hotel’s Celerie Kemble designed rooms a whimsical interpretation of New England history, splashed with heavy hints of the designer's Florida upbringing, giving the hotel an airy aesthetic we like to call Pastoral Palm Beach. Plus, Auberge’s “Friends of the Mayflower” series features months-long residencies by renowned chefs, artists, and creatives, and The Well, Manhattan’s waitlist-only holistic destination now has a second location within the hotel’s renowned spa.

Jumby Bay

Antigua & Barbuda, British West Indies

Named for the Antiguan word for "playful spirit" Jumby Bay has perfected the art of living well -- not that it's hard on a 300-acre private island, where sugar white beaches stretch for miles and steel drum melodies provide a windswept soundtrack. Adjusting to island life is easy when your private villa is staffed with butlers and personal chefs who are on hand to customize the entirety of your stay. Want a private rum tasting on your terrace? Feel like circumnavigating the island? How about a movie night under the stars? With Jumby's all-inclusive pricing, enjoying your stay is as carefree as [having someone else pour] that second glass of Tattinger.

High Hampton Resort

Cashiers, North Carolina

A historic Blue Ridge Mountain retreat reimagined by the hospitality team behind Blackberry Farm, High Hampton is waving in a new era of luxury just outside of Cashiers, North Carolina. The bark-sided inn, with its wrap around porch and smoke-stack chimney harkens back to a simpler time, when travelers arrived on horseback and rooms were lit by candlelight. Much has changed across the inn’s centennial lifespan -- most notably the addition of a Tom Fazio golf course, an acclaimed spa, and a top notch culinary program -- but the resort has managed to maintain many of its intrinsic charms. Floors still creak, walls still slant, and Wi-Fi doesn’t reach every nook and cranny. So go ahead and press ignore on your kid’s third facetime attempt and blame that gosh darn internet connection – Grandma will be none the wiser.

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