Oh I REALLY recommend you getaway. If you live in Austin I'll even watch your kids. (Unless I don't like them. Beware of a lot of random excuses from me.)
We only traveled about an hour and fifteen minutes away, but it felt like we went around the globe. Things were so different, so blissful at this resort. So absent of our children and so free.
It is difficult to describe how wonderful it felt to be without the constant presence, the constant concern for three other humans. I felt lighter than air. I felt 10 years younger. I felt so very, very happy.
I didn't have to cook for anyone. I was completely unaware and unconcerned with what time it was or how that related to feeding people, bathing people, or making people go to sleep. I drank a few adult beverages without concern for being able to get up in the middle of the night without feeling horrible. I was free. I was so completely free.
The best part? I was able to really talk to Alex about things that we don't have the energy or time to really get in to here at home. We laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It felt amazing to feel so lighthearted. I could start a conversation with Alex, and not once get interrupted by anything other than someone asking if I would like another mojito. Yes please!
We held hands and made out in the elevator. We shared dessert. We were just Alex and Leslie. We were not Mommy and Daddy and we reveled in our independence.
Of course we talked about our kids, our dreams, our life together, what other topics are so dear to us? But we also talked about a story Alex watched on the Sons of the Confederate Soliders (it was weird, but it was so fun to discuss something so random,) we talked about my writing, we discussed important things like fostering kids and how the hotel got the grass so green. We were interesting and not so interesting. We were us.
We ate dinner at 4:00 because we felt like it. We took off our shoes and ran through the hotel's very pretty grass because Alex wishes so badly that we had it in our yard, and it felt so much like the grass I remember running through in Indiana as a child. It was fun. Just fun.
We went out for drinks and I discovered that I really like Bailey's on the rocks, which was almost the most exciting thing I took away from the trip. We slept in separate beds (gasp!) because we could and it was really nice. I think my Grandma and Grandpa were on to something. We also spent a lot of time laughing about the fact that we each had our own bed on our romantic retreat.
We slept all night without any one crying and waking us up. No one shook my shoulder to tell me that they had peed the bed. We woke up naturally in the morning, when we felt like it. We got dressed and went out for a leisurely breakfast. Oh how we love going out for breakfast....and how rarely we have done that in the last 5 years.
We wrapped up the weekend with a couple's massage at the spa (thank you Mom and Dad!!!!) and we both felt like we might pass out from the sheer joy of it. It was so over the top relaxing with the amazing robes, the relaxation room, and then of course the massage that meant an hour of feeling like all our problems were being pressed out of our bodies. I really think massage should be a part of our bi-weekly life to be healthy. It was great.
Driving back we stopped for lunch and began to get that itch to see our kids. I know we weren't gone for long, and believe me, if we could have stayed longer we would have, but it did feel good to know we were going to see them again soon. The break was enough to miss them a little. It was nice to miss them.
Now that the kids have been tucked away for the night, I am still reveling in the residual affects of having gotten a much needed break. I did feel that all that remaining joy might be sucked right out of me by the onslaught of demands and complaints the boys threw at me in the few hours before bed, but I'm hanging on to it. I'm keeping the bliss tucked away tight. I know it will probably leak out, but I just hope it goes slowly and I can still remember that feeling of freedom, that feeling of lighthearted joy...and possibly share it with my kids now that I am back.
Here are a few photos of how ridiculous we were acting. Alex is incapable of a normal smile. How happy we were. How horrible we can look in pictures taken with an iPhone in poor lighting...particularly the one where it looks like my pale white foot is actually a prosthetic or possibly a ghost foot. What? You don't know what a ghost foot is?