Come away with me

Once you have children you find this deep desire within you to spend some time alone with your spouse. When times of life and parenthood are trying the desire burns deep. But then you drop your children off and you get into your mini-van for your eight hour drive to your get away local and all of a sudden you realize....you have nothing to talk about. Well...is that true? Perhaps not. I think what truly happens is that you have SO much to talk about you don't know where to start. Really, one should create a point list of items which need discussion. That way, when Big Daddy and I have a few moments...or eight hours together we can pull out the list and just plow right on through.

Going away for three days was glorious. It was so great to sleep in, drink at dinner and not be worried about correctly installing car seats into a taxi if necessary. It was nice to not have to change 18 diapers a day, pour 333 glasses of milk, wipe up 84.5 spills, smooch 14 owies, and supply 98 snacks. But what I quickly found out, is that my favorite part of going away for three days ....................
was coming home.