Happy Anniversary to me.. happy anniversary to me…

Today it’s 8 years I’ve been married.  By far my longest romantic relationship.

I had Vivien in my personal oven when we wed in our ( then) living room so I’m taking her to our celebratory dinner.  Seems only right.

my dad and sister supporting

I love this picture of my dad so happy.  He was trying to be modern about me being pregnant without a wedding ring, but he was greatly relieved when we tied the knot.  Marriage is not a walk in a park.  I wouldn’t have been mature enough to deal with the peaks and valleys of sharing my life if I had done it earlier.

Glad I waited.

 

4th of July

When 4th of July arrives a few things spring to mind: crap, it’s really the summer!  Did I make any vacation reservations? Oh, it’s too late.  Hmm, what can I scramble together? Didn’t get in bikini shape …again.

The next thing I think about is the day before, July 3rd.  Which I reminded Mark this morning is our 5th anniversary. We had both forgotten.  Then we get the “Wow, we should do something.” Sigh, more planning.

That’s a gig for more prosperous times, “The anniversary fairy”, so neither partner has to plan. The Anniversary Fairy takes care of it for you.  You know to keep the date clear and then the day of she gives you your itenarary.  Dinner at such and such, hotel room, flowers.  Has photos of you in your wedding dress framed and waiting in the room.  Is anyone writing this down?  (Oh, I am! I think it’s a great idea!)

I digress.. I was about to complain about a holiday I would love to love more.. 4th of July.  Happy Birthday America.

Getting Away

Okay.

So I listened to you all, and for our 4th wedding anniversary Mark and I decided to go away for a night.  We were all set when Vivien threw up.  We didn’t panic, these things come and go with kids, so we waited. But as the day wore on, she refused my offer of “watching any cartoons she wanted” and went to bed.  She had a fever.  Our nanny/sitter Dolly showed up.  She was going to stay overnight with the kids.  She told us to go, that Vivien would be fine. I called the doctor twice who was pretty sick of hearing from me I think.

She got sick again.  Then we were both like NO WAY.  We are not going.  I called the hotel expecting to lose our money, but they said for only $30 more I could move to two days later.

We did decide to take a walk to a nearby restaurant to mark the occasion with something other than children’s Tylenol splattered towels.  When we got home Vivien was running around, happy, dinging “I feel better.”  She had eaten some dinner and kept it down.  Dolly said, “I told you she would be okay.”

Oh, well.  we couldn’t have enjoyed the time away with our little bunny sick in bed. Even if we were only going to be 10 miles away.

So, we did go …. get the key to the room and then a Ramos Gin Gizz.   A little pool time.  (sidebar, you can see the recession has hit the hotel industry, we were by the beach in July and the only ones poolside).  By the time our desert rolled around at a very good dinner we were both missing our kids.

I said, maybe I should start a Parent Hotel.  You can check in for 5 hours.  Like a clean version of a love hotel.  You can make love, watch something other than cartoons, have an uninterrupted conversation, eat a meal in peace and then have  good night sleep.  Hmmm, that is more than 5 hours, isn’t it?  Okay, 18 hours would be fine for me. I do not want to leave my kids for more than one night.  Not right now at least.

It was nice to put on a decent outfit and a real bra, I will say.