We’d made last minute arrangements with grammy to watch the kids—a sleepover tonight and pickup tomorrow evening. We were going to—last minute—go to the Canadian Grand Prix. Yeah, well, it sold out.
Desperate to not lose my day off, I suggested ATV-ing sans kids. So we’re heading out, dumping the kids, crashing in a cabin in the woods, then riding all day tomorrow. Did I mention sans kids?
So while it’s only going to be a span of about 27 hours, this will be our first “vacation” alone since our honeymoon. We’ve done a few things without the kids, obviously, even overnight, but there was alway a reason—something we had to do. This is for fun.
(And I don’t count the trip to Denver we took without the tall kid—who was short then. I was cranky because I was a pregnant woman suffering from altitude sickness and the husband was cranky because he was traveling with a pregnant woman suffering from altitude sickness, and the only words we said to each other the entire five days were words that would be bleeped on network TV. We pretend that trip never happened.)
I’m going to play in the mud! See ya tomorrow night!