When our respite sitter offered to stay with Clay overnight so my wife and I could get away, we said, “Wow.” Then we said, “We’ll have to think about that.”
To give this some perspective, the last time we were away together—just the two of us—was about nine years ago. Long enough that we aren’t exactly sure of the year. Long enough that we weren’t even thinking of the possibility of doing it again.
So, we thought about it.
We knew we had accumulated a good number of back hours—close to 26—so we could go away for one night. (Paying a sitter for that many hours was out of the question.) We also knew our anniversary was coming up. But how would Clay do with us away overnight for the first time in his memory? That weighed on our minds a bit. We completely trust our respite sitter, though, and Clay enjoys spending time with her.
Then we stopped thinking and made plans. And this past weekend my wife and I got to spend our anniversary together at the beach on a beautiful Indian Summer weekend.
Before leaving, we explained the plan to Clay and asked for his thoughts.
“have a good time mom and dad,” he typed on his keyboard.
Off we went, determined to live up to Clay’s comment. We called it our “whatever” weekend—no expectations, no pressure, no rigid schedules. Whatever.
My sister and brother-in-law generously offered their townhouse for our use – an amazing place where wall-to-wall windows look out on the bay, and the ocean is about a block away.
We arrived Saturday afternoon, after a two-hour drive. Following a quick lunch, we headed to the beach with my brother and his wife, who have a house nearby and came down to spend some time with us.
It was a tad too cold and windy for swimming, but my wife did get her feet wet.
Later we headed to dinner with my brother and sister-in-law, where the lamb chops presented quite a spectacle.
After dinner, before polishing off a bottle of wine together, we checked in with the sitter to find that Clay had been busier than us, going to his favorite restaurant, doing some food shopping, visiting one of his favorite parks. All good so far.
One of my wife’s favorite creatures are monarch butterflies. Amazingly, while walking to the beach the next morning, we discovered that thousands of them had stopped right where we were on their annual migration to Mexico. They were everywhere, as we walked past the beautiful gardens to the beach.
After a quick lunch and a final visit with my brother and sister-in-law, the 26-hour honeymoon was over. We arrived home to find that Clay and the sitter were still out at the park. Busy, busy.
Clay typed a nice message for the sitter as she was leaving.
“Awesome to see you thanks for coming over”
And then it came time to find out how he felt about his weekend.
“What did you think of having a weekend with Mom and Dad away?” my wife asked.
“so fun more trips so we can go out with Stacy she is so much fun”
I guess we have no choice but to figure out how to go away again. The little guy commands it.