Last weekend Chris and I went away for the weekend and I managed to leave my actual camera behind and return with just one picture on my phone that really doesn't do our destination justice. We went to Solomans Island, which is on the water. This is a cornfield. With some cars.
It really was a beautiful place though. All boardwalk and crab cakes and old men singing Jimmy Buffet songs.
Before you get too jealous of our escape from the children I'd just like to point out that this was the first time Chris and I have gone away together since 2007 when his ship pulled into St. Augustine and I drove down to meet him for a couple of days--before we had children. You might say we were overdue.
Elizabeth offered to come and watch the children so we could get away and I'm pretty sure on her way out she said something about how wonderful it was and how well behaved my children are and how absolutely no one pooped all over themselves, their sheets and everything in between their bed and the bathroom. Absolutely no one. You know, just in case any other family members were thinking of offering their services. Of course I might have still been coming down from our post alone-time high so I can't be held responsible if I'm not remembering her exact words.,,,,,
We spent the weekend at an adorable bed and breakfast situated right behind the local Catholic church eating in restaurants where no one was yelling at me, walking along beaches where I was completely unconcerned with the potential of anyone drowning, and perusing little stores along the way where no one asked me approximately one hundred times if we could leave already. We also got to have the fun of watching strangers' reactions when they asked if this was our first baby and we got to say that no, actually it was our fifth.
It was pretty amazing.
Especially the part where no one was yelling at me.
It's the little things.
Now we're home and I'm feeling very rested and recharged. Well, I suppose as rested and recharged as a very pregnant person can feel. Hopefully it won't be another nine or so years before we can sneak away for a couple of days again. I could certainly get used to this whole taking vacations thing.
