I had lofty plans for the day – a load of laundry, some cleaning, summer clothes to put in drawers, and call to make a reservation for the surprise get-away I was planning for my husband and myself. (Call!! because the last big surprise I planned for my husband was his 30th birthday party, which he found out about through a rogue email.) My 2yr. old son had other plans for the day. I was awakened by his screams at 6:30a – very early and very uncharacteristic of him! I got the feeling it was going to be a long morning. And it was. By 8:05a I was checking my watch. My son was already begging for a video and needing my constant attention and holding. At 9:30a, I caved and put in the video of farm machinery we had recently gotten at the library. My son LOVES tractors and combines, so I knew we were really in trouble when he came to find me with another 10mins left in the video. He continued to cry and cling to me. I got him a snack since he hadn’t eaten much for breakfast, but he didn’t touch the snack either. He finally settled down as I got him to lay down in my daughter’s bed snuggled with his blanket while I worked on putting this summer’s shorts in her dresser. At 10:20a I moved onto other chores, and he promptly climbed into his crib, which is his safe haven. Needing a little break myself, I went downstairs and lamented to my husband, a computer programmer who works from home most days, about the oddity of our son for the day. I continued to sit in silence in his office for a bit, thinking to myself that I should have taken my dear friend’s offer yesterday to watch my kids today so I could have some “me” time.
Upon returning upstairs, my daughter informed me that my son was asleep. I checked his room, and he was indeed asleep. Hhmmm, what will this do to afternoon nap time that I so desperately need each day? Not to worry – he only slept 15min. and started his crying, clingy routine again. My daughter asked me if she could “write an email,” so I got her set up in Open Office to “type an email” for a while. Then I sat down to read books to my son, but his constant yawning and rutching around made that task rather unenjoyable and told me he was trying to keep himself awake. That’s when my daughter informed me that she could no longer type – and there was the big ol’ beach ball, rolling and rolling, arrghhh. So At 11:15a, I warmed up soup for my son which I spoon fed him and he hardly ate. Not knowing what else to do and realizing I couldn’t hold him for the rest of the morning since I had promised my daughter pancakes for lunch, I put him back in his crib and asked my husband to come fix the laptop before he left for his lunch meeting, which – he had informed me at breakfast – would be taking place at one of my favorite casual eateries – either Isaac’s or Panera Breads. I didn’t bother to ask him what the final location was – just would have made me more jealous after such a tedious morning.
“Bear Creek Hotel?” said my husband with an impish smile as he looked at me across the counter while working on the computer. “Do you need a get-away, babe?”
Sirens went off and balloons popped in my brain. Triple bummer!!! If were a swearing woman…. Not being able to think fast enough to cover my huge blunder, I remained silent and hoped he would get the hint. No dice. More questions
“Yes,” I finally confessed. “I was planning a surprise get-away for us.” The idea had been in the works for less than 48 hrs, and I was totally exposed – and it was all my fault. Asking my husband to fix the computer and leaving the tabs open in the internet browser to the pages with “Bear Creek Hotel” plastered on them.
I could tell he was trying not to laugh at my obvious frustration -“It’s just not your day, babe,” he said as he hugged me and walked out the door to enjoy his fabulous lunch with his supervisor.