It happens like once a year. When Scott and I finally break, and before checking into an Insane Asylum, we decide it’s better to just run away for 24 hours, sans kids. And it was a good choice. Picture it. A 2 hour drive, with NO KIDS. A beautiful Hyatt Regency, with NO KIDS. A nice lunch of a $20 tuna sandwich, with NO KIDS. A nap and some time logged in the sun by the pool. And to top it off, I stayed up WAY past my bedtime to see, for the second time, Wicked! It was better the 2nd time around. Maybe because this time, I wasn’t smooshed in my seat, pregnant, with a baby kicking the entire time.
We slept in the next morning, (gasp!) and drove home. Even stopping for some Starbucks. A good man I have. A good man. It was good to go away, but good to come home. Except for Jared telling me he wanted to live at Grandmas.
The face of a happy girl on her way out of town!
A happy man eating with his hot wife!
Faces of two ecstatic people with full bellies just about to take a nap!
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