Five Days and Counting

Until our first vacation without the girls since we became parents. Cruise, here we come. Beach on an island off the Honduran coast (ok – our timing is a little off with the military coup and all, but the ship is still planning to go there), Snuba in the Cayman Islands, Mayan ruins in Mexico and ziplining in Belize, here we come!

I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. Abandoning the kids with my mom for a whole week. One whole week. We’ll be able to do whatever we want, when we want, for one whole week.

If I want to go to the gym, I can. If I want to sit in the hot tub for an hour, I can. If I want to take a long nap, I can. If I want to have ice cream or cake and not worry about sharing, I can. If I want to sit at the blackjack table at noon, I can. No worrying about forgetting Sophie’s towels or her Shirley, or Chloe refusing to do something when asked. Like brush her teeth or take a bath.
The last vacation we took as a couple was to Jamaica in March 2000. Around the time I became pregnant with Chloe (although I don’t think it happened there). In any case, that was more than nine years ago. I was 31 years old then. Clinton was still President. Wow. I think we’ve waited long enough for this.

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