We’re going on vacation this weekend.
Without kids.
By ourselves.
For the first time since our honeymoon. (I don’t count the times we went back home to visit family and stayed in my parents’ guest bedroom!) Awesome hotel within walking distance of a lot of interesting stuff that we probably won’t get out to see. Heh. And a heated pool on the roof that we’ll be taking advantage of.
To say that I’m excited about this is a slight understatement. It’s Wednesday, and I’m about to jump out of my skin.
I only wish it could be longer than a weekend… Alas, the kids’ grandparents have these annoying these called “jobs”. Pfft.
