Because most of our house looks like this:
Pepper is happily vacationing at our favorite boarders, Newt is spending a couple of days with a friend and Walt and I have have retired to a hotel. I think this may be the first time we have been alone at a hotel since Newt’s birth more than 11 years ago. I know what you’re thinking… second honeymoon?
I’m not gonna lie, we were thinking something along the same lines. We started with a date at our local $3 movie theater. We saw Contagion. Romantic, no?
After the movie (and some serious hand scrubbing) we returned to our own personal disaster area to pack some things for our hotel stay. We were tired and rushing around throwing things in bags, trying to decide what we might need without really knowing how long we’d be gone. In my hurry, I didn’t pack well and I may have sort of left the business end of a razor kind of sticking out of a bag (foreshadowing alert). All the running around and packing amongst the ruin of our home felt a bit surreal because I was still feeling the emotions of the movie; I felt like we were trying to evacuate…
When we arrived at our hotel, Walt and I each grabbed carts and started piling them with all our stuff. Suddenly, I noticed that Walt was gripping his hand and bending over like he was in pain. Good thing I have a first-aid kit in the car. I don’t *think* his finger will need stitches. So much for our second honeymoon.
Let’s talk about something else, shall we?
Our hotel room has a kitchenette. I packed up a bunch of food, planning a quick menu on the fly. I’m thinking oatmeal, eggs, toast, green smoothies, cinnamon rolls, chicken enchiladas, butternut soup, salad, baked potatoes, black beans and rice, sandwiches, and fruit. For the most part, it’s all good food, but there were some concessions made for my family’s comfort (I’m looking at you cinnamon rolls, hot cocoa and ranch dressing. Separately. Because together, that’d be really gross.)
Care to see exactly what I brought? Scroll on, my friend.
The kitchenette is fully equipped, but I did grab my spare blander and a sandwich press. Tomorrow, I’ll run home for some olive oil and my crockpot. I don’t think I did too badly for planning on the fly. I probably took ten minutes to figure out what I wanted and throw all this stuff in bags.
Well, Walt just went to bed. I think I’ll bring him some more Motrin and turn in too. Hang up that Do Not Disturb sign, things are about to get cra-zy! If he’s not in too much pain, and I’m not too tired, we might even cuddle for a minute or two.