The Lost Weekend

Once upon a time we had a dream- to have a weekend in our own home without the kids. A weekend where we could relax by the pool without chasing or consoling kids. A weekend where we could sleep as late as we wanted to. A weekend where we could go out together, just the two of us. A taste of what we used to have. And so we sent the girls to my parents for the weekend and made very few plans. This is how the weekend went:

Friday at 5:00pm- I returned from dropping the girls off at my parents.
Friday at 8:30pm- We ate a delicious steak dinner outside on our new outdoor furniture.
Friday at 11:00pm- We went to sleep.
Saturday at 10:00am- We woke up. Since our pool plans got rained out, we hung out indoors straightening up the house (hey, it's not so bad when there are no kids chasing behind me and screaming), and looking through old house documents we found in the attic (most comical, "the exterior walls shall receive three coats of lead paint).
Saturday at 2:30pm- We ate lunch outside. It was assorted sushi and assorted cheeses and crackers. YUM.
Saturday at 9:30pm- Night on the town!
Sunday at 1am- Bedtime.
Sunday at 11am- We woke up and went out to brunch.
Sunday at 1pm- We worked out and spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool until...
Sunday at 4:00pm- The dream came to an end.

It was marvelous. It's always interesting to me that I have no difficulty at all resuming my pre-kids lifestyle when the opportunity arises. I always expect to wake up early even though no one is crawling into my bed. But, alas, 11am is the time that greets me when I finally open my eyes. I assume I'll just watch TV and turn in early at night. But I get this rush of adrenaline and yearn to go out and join the rest of my age bracket! This weekend was such a nice way to rest and recharge (and drink copious amounts of alcohol). We are already looking at the calendar and trying to figure out when it can happen again!