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Some of you may have picked up on a few gentle hints in my posts that indicate I'm a little sleepy. Or cranky. Or missing alone time. I know they were subtle, but if you look hard you'll find them.
On my birthday, my main man hooked me up with a day at an unnamed hotel. Unnamed because I am very loyal to the Hilton Worldwide brand, but since it doesn't exist here in Georgia... well a girl has to make do. I will say this is a really nice hotel, as non-HWW hotels go. (That plug's for you Gina!)
Anyway, as I was saying, my main man got me a room for the day. Sopo stayed with Cora all day and I moseyed off to alone-time bliss. James and I loved the movie Date Night (see it if you haven't) and the line Tina Fey uses when her husband asks (in bed) what she fantasizes about. Tina: "I fantasize about being alone in a hotel room, with no sound, and the ability to drink a diet coke without any interruptions."
James and I thought it was funny, but really....who would want that?
A couple minor adjustments. I want the hotel room, the no sound, but instead of diet coke I want a full tray of room service. Any food I want. That I can eat IN bed without having to clean up the crumbs cause I'm not sleeping there, and a good book.
That's what I did.
And while I was sitting in my bed with my room service tray and reading my book in the dead silence...I suddenly paused, looked around, and smiled. My shoulders came down from my ears and I completely relaxed.
I did allow James to meet me in the late afternoon and then we went to a lovely dinner. That was nice too.
I also got a couple of spa treatments. Which was great. But seriously....THE ROOM...and THE TRAY...and the BLESSED SILENCE.
James has rocked my world every birthday we've been together. I mean last year we went to Puerto Rico together. But let me say this...this year...
Best. Birthday. Ever.
Once again, Tina Fey...nailed it.
Has anyone told you it's way too early in the motherhood game for you to be this needy? That Cora must be some serious work.
ReplyDeleteShe is. But you also forget that I'm 43. That's like dog years to having a baby. If a 25 year old is needy by age 7 of her baby, I'm there at one month. see?
DeleteWhere is the chocolate? There must be chocolate to smear on your lips.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! I am so glad you celebrated!!
ReplyDeleteThat's what my birthday present is every year...24 hours...by...myself. It's heavenly and usually goes by too fast. It really is the best present.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you got some much needed alone time!
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