So I’m taking Dan away for a secret weekend. (So this better not be the day he starts reading the blog, or I’m a-gonna just ruin the surprise right now.) My five running lists are upstairs and I have more motivation to retype them all from memory (ha!) than walk up the 12 steps to get them. So here goes…what it takes to plan and execute a super secret surprise weekend for your sweetie…
- Cash in all your good karma so you can…
- Secure child care for three boys for 2 days and 2 nights
- Cheer wildly by silently dancing that white girl dance in your office when your sister offers to manage 6 kids all alone for a portion of the weekend!
- Find the perfect hotel and (gulp) book it
- Research your destination city and make dinner reservations and plans for adventure
- Reassure your mother multiple times that you are “TAKING PRECAUTIONS” cause she’s worried about all the HOT SEX you are cultivating by creating said Secret Weekend
And now, for the nitty gritty. In no particular order.
- get dog food
- get new fancy outfit for dinner
- don’t forget 5 yr anniversary bottle of wine that you never drank last year cause you were both too tired
- clean the car so Kelsey can drive the boys to the park (or the zoo, and drop them off)
- ooh, get the emissions test for the car and then…
- get the registration renewed (god forbid Kels gets pulled over with expired registration)
- clean my bedroom
- put new sheets on bed for Kelsey
- wash 2nd set of sheets for Night #2 with Jen/Mom
- clean the boys’ rooms
- clean the bathrooms hire someone to clean the house (woot woot, she’s coming this morning!)
- go to the grocery store: annie’s creamy mac and cheese, watermelon, popsicles, applesauce, peaches, bananas, soy milk, milk, cream cheese, stuff for Kelsey’s taco-bake-for-the-gluten-free-girl, condoms (sorry, Mom, a ha ha ha ha ha ha), frozen pizza, veggie burgers, sanity
- make list of things Mom can do to help me for Jamis’s first day of camp: get out a tote bag (in the attic, Mom, thanks!) and put J’s name in it, pack up a towel and swim shorts and crocs and sunscreen and sweatshirt and label everything with his name, pack him a lunch to take on Monday, get out one of the Camelbak water bottles and LABEL THAT TOO (ps – bus picks him up Monday morning at 7:45)
- make the list of things to pack: new clothes for both of you, rain gear, umbrellas, sexy underwear (oh, wait, do maternity panties count there?), camera, sandals, sneakers, sweatshirts, basically clothes for every weather, phone chargers, camera charger
- ooh, good one: trim my, uh, girl bits (again, sorry Mom, that’s just the way I do it down there)
- get emissions test again (failed first one)
- get hair cut and colored – goodbye gray hair!
- pedicure? is there possibly time today?
- con husband into switching cars, taking the kids to school/sitter AND picking Jamis up from school, meeting me at camp for the open house
- pack and stow bags in HIS car before he comes home
- 6 loads of laundry, 7, okay, now there’s 8
- buy a new bath mat
- get cash
- get the blow-up beds and pump out for Jen’s kids
- tell Jen and Mom to bring pillows – did you hear that girls? We’re running low over here – you might need 1 or 2
- vacuum the floors before cleaning woman arrives – you have to do this, right? 1st-timer with this luxury thang
- bring the crap in the corner of the dining room up to my bedroom
- instructions on the baby bottles and Miralax dosage (I’ll spare the general public on that)
- and a whole bunch of other shit that, to my amazement, I have probably already accomplished, that’s why it’s not coming to mind
Those hands up there? Those are the hands of two people who fell into this marriage and family thing totally by accident. I mean literally, I was the girl who partied and played and then whoops, got myself pregnant. Well actually, Dan got me pregnant, I couldn’t do it alone. But it’s all worked out. I got us out of Florida. I birthed two more boys. And I sit here in my brown, leather chair and look over at him barely awake with an arm around Max, and I feel the love that moves between us, breathing heavy and singing its own song.
I have to start this day now, because clearly there is still a lot to do. I’m not going to tell him anything except for Get In The Car. And off we go. On a secret, secret weekend. I’ll let you know how it all plays out.
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OK. Pillows, check. Don’t worry about second set of clean sheets? Are you KIDDING me? I think I’ll live if I sleep on sheets that Kels slept on one night. Have you seen MY bed lately?
Talk to you later (like, as in, every five minutes until this afternoon!)
Twitter: MomalomJen
YAY!!!! IT’S HERE!!!! IT’S HERE!!!!
have LOTS of GREAT sex…. but no babies. :)~
xoxo!!!!
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have a FABULOUS time!
and got pete’s sake listen to your mother. FOUR babies might kill you. And ruin the symmetry of the 3 and 3 on this blog.
Remember when you could just jump in the car and go. Now it take military manuvers to do anything. Have fun!