The countdown is on, both for this baby to pop on out and for The Husband's deployment. Work has been unusually busy. And on the homefront, I've been trying to get the house ready for baby's arrival. This has meant dealing with contractors. Reminding me that I don't care too much for contractors. You have no idea what kind of ridiculousness I've had to deal with: things being installed so wrong, I'm like ??? Does it look normal to you to have screws sticking straight out from the top of the new sliding door? Shouldn't the sliding door not just slide off the tracks at either end? Ugh.
We're also converting our study to the new baby's room, involving moving the study contents (heavy) to another part of the house (professional movers), and painting the room to an acceptable boy's color. I just can't put him in a peach room. Won't do it. He'll blame me for his future therapy.
In the midst of this insanity, our friends T&T, who have been through deployments themselves, have been on our case to put a kids' sleepover on the books for the express purpose of allowing The Husband and I to getaway. As a couple. In silence. To enjoy each other. As we countdown.
They have been so persistent. Even while I hemmed and hawed. But, my work schedule! But, The Husband may not be able to make it back home! But, the kids are a handful! But, but! But! Yet, there was no saying no. And, then, we gave in and planned a real getaway. Well, at least 24 hours away on the Eastern shore of MD. Coming up to this weekend, we could not wait.
We dropped off Boy and Girl into their welcoming home, said a little prayer (please let Boy not inopportunely pee in their house, please let Girl not whine and complain, please let Boy not cry the whole time for Mama and keep the good, generous people up all night, etc, etc.) and went on our way.
We got to the Inn in a quaint, adorable town and checked into our room. The room was well-decorated, with a fireplace and luxe bath products (always a good sign). However, as I soon discovered, it was kind of loud in there. The room sat right across from the Inn's Pub, carrying those bar conversations right into our room, as did the conversations of the family in the room next door and the conversations of people passing in the hall. Not peaceful.
I went to the reception desk and pleasantly notified their staff that it was really noisy in the room. The receptionist apologized and checked her computer for any other rooms that were available. Sadly, the only room we could be moved to was a Master Suite. Which she would let us have as a free upgrade. So sad. The nerve! How dare she move us to a Master Suite with a balcony and a sitting room and a huge bathroom with a clawfoot tub and awesome shower appartus! Hmph!
So, we moved and decided this was so the way to go in the future: book the lowest-grade room and try to get the worst room of the house. Complain. Get free upgrade into suite. This is so the ticket.
We spent a glorious time together. Just glorious. It (the new room) was peaceful. Wonderful meals in their award-winning restaurant. Just spending time together, alone. Absolutely amazing. Every so often, we'd think of what kind of chaos was going on at T&T's and hoping for the best.
When we picked the kids up, the report (or at least the report we were given) was that everything went well- the kids had a blast and no big issues. They handled being without us for the first time beautifully (or at least that's the story). Wow. We are so, so indebted to them.
The getaway was just what we needed.
Sunrise, from our balcony
The inn's secret bookcase door in the Library. (No fair. I want one.)
Bookcase door leads to the "morning room"
































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