Nearly a year and a half ago, I wrote this post all about when Andy and I went away for the weekend for our 40th birthdays. It was the first time in our parental life that we had together left the boys for two whole nights in a row. It was heaven. And we haven't done it since...until last Friday night.
News Flash! All that stuff I wrote about spending time away being important for a marriage and a soul? It's still there! We're in a pretty meh place right now. Compared to most, we're good and for that, I am eternally grateful. But the day-to-day of winter/school/marriage/house/vitamin D deficient/job uncertainty/parenting still weighs and wears on us.
Last Friday, we shipped the kids off to Nana's where new toys, undivided attention, and late bedtimes awaited them, while we strolled off to Foxwoods for a 21-hour, anti-family vacation. There, we didn't have deep discussions about our future; what school districts we need to look at, what needs to be done to our house and our debt ratio before we try and sell. We didn't discuss the next phase of Andy's career or my education.
We had drinks in our hands within 10 minutes of checking in. We ate appetizers for dinner at The Hard Rock Cafe. We people-watched, played nickle slots and roulette, and joked about inconsequential things. And you know what? Underneath it all, our smiles are still there.
And so, here is my advice to you: Find a willing grandparent, aunt, uncle, friend, or mailman on whom you can foist your beloved children. Leave extra food out for the cat. Pack it up and head out of Dodge. Everything will be there when you get back. And maybe, just maybe, you'll get your groove back, too.
*title lovingly bastardized from my friend (and BlogHer '09 roomie) KC's hysterical Medical Advice Monday posts.
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