Our highly anticipated evening out and hotel stay has come and gone. It had all the elements of time well spent: friends, laughs, drinks, dancing, loud music and lewd gestures. Coupled with the an evening together sans bedtime routines or waking to a pre-schooler demanding juice, this evening had high expectations. And, for the most part, lived up to its' demands. Shortly after going to bed, although comfortable, we slept lightly. Usually I can crash and a tornado ripping off the roof won't wake me...well, I don't really know about that because that's never happened, but what I'm saying is I'm a deep sleeper. Yet, I woke up several times.
Why? We were so tired, or so we thought. We were content and nothing was wrong, but something wasn't right. I suppose it was the natural feeling of leaving our little nest unprotected and worried about our babies. The dark, quiet room was missing the sweet sounds of deep breaths on the monitor. And, as our grandiose night was coming to an end, we anticipated the morning even more. As the daylight sneakily peeked in the room through a miniscule crack, it was all I needed to put the spring in my step. I awoke with a hurriedness, because surely it was 10:30 a.m. or shockingly it could even be 11:00 a.m.!! OMG, we slept in too late. I turn over. The clock reads 7:04 a.m. The same time. Of course.
But, we laid in bed and watched the news and I cried with Matt Lauer as he bid farewell to Tim Russert. We laid there until who knows when. Glorious. On our way to check out, I said to Keith, so this is what it would feel like without kids. Just us. We could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. Eat here, eat there, go there, or go here. Do this or do that. And, we both quickly decided- no thanks. And, I know if we didn't have kids, we wouldn't know any different, so there wouldn't be that emptiness. But, when you know, you can never go back and be content. And, that's not totally new information. We quickly bought some breakfast tacos and headed home to feed our little birds.
Our Father's Day started with lunch at Jason's Deli
And, then touring more model homes. Highly addictive. I bet the food in this kitchen even tastes better.
And, I bet little boys (who'll remain nameless) have better tempers in houses like that.
After dinner at Luby's, we then we came home and baked cookies with Nay-Nay.
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