Observations from a Getaway

Early this year Jeff and I booked a week-long trip to The Bahamas in November to celebrate our 5th anniversary. When Jeff changed jobs, we knew we'd have to postpone our beach vacation until he was a little more settled in his new company. But we still wanted to get away to celebrate, so the kids went to stay with MeMe and Grand Daddy while I joined Jeff on a business trip in New York City to have a little getaway.

Here are just a few initial observations from our getaway...

Jeff warned me that he would be very busy working during our trip except for some downtime on the weekend. He was worried I would be bored and lonely by myself in the hotel room. Hmmm, let me see...alone time, in a nice NYC hotel room, alone, without kids, with access to spa and room service, alone, a luxurious hotel bed, me-time to relax and watch TV or read a book, ALONE. Nope, doesn't sound bad to me at ALL. :-)

Kaitlynn is 16 months old and I've never been away from her for more than about 6 hours. So I guess I'm jumping in with both feet because when I see the kids again we will have been apart for 6 days. From 6 hours to 6 days...probably not my most well thought-out plan.

Yesterday after I took the kids to meet MeMe and Grand Daddy, I came home and had an entire evening/night by myself. It was heavenly! I ate popcorn for dinner, caught up on DVR shows, tried on my new NYC clothes, took an early bath, and started a new book. I kept catching myself turning down the TV volume for fear of waking up a kid, and I even got up this morning and realized I had turned on the baby monitor before I went to sleep. Old habits die hard, I guess.

I am officially old. When I fly I now have to wear these anti-nausea wristbands (Thanks, Amanda!) to prevent me from getting sick. I thought I would look so hip in my new NYC clothes but my 1980's Flashdance wristbands most likely took me from "hip" to "dip". But I will say, at least I was a dip without kids. Totally different flying experience when you don't have to keep two youngsters entertained. Oh, and the wristbands only help so much. I still have to reach for the barf bags every time I fly now.

When I called to check on the kids this morning, Connor was quite the chatterbox. He went on and on. At one point he asked to talk to his Dad. I told him Dad wasn't with me but I was on my way to New York to see him. He said to me, "Can you text Dad and tell him to call me?" Kids these days!

Finally, I made it to NYC and I was still nauseous from the flight. I checked into the hotel, dropped off my bag, and immediately went back outside to find the nearest McDonalds. Nothing like a yummy fountain Coke to settle my stomach. It was $2.27 for a large, over twice as much as it costs at home. But worth every single penny!

More to come!