“Please, can you budge a bit?
I roll the words of a five-year old around in my head for a few seconds. It takes me a while to make sense of them.
Then it clicks.
“Ah. Can you budge a bit?”
I force my approaching middle age (sob) body a few more centimeters across the bed.
The wide awake one corrects me, “I also said please!”
She climbs into my side of the bed and squeezes me with all her might.
I wouldn’t be exaggerating by saying she seems to possess a lot more might than I do these days.
Perhaps that is why the generous one did what he did.
He had read my fantasy full article I keep thinking and said, “Why not?”
It took me until yesterday to take him seriously. Then I surfed the net and found a couple of local, appealing hotels.
Still unsure, I quizzed him again. So he took the phone and booked me in!!!
My mini-break starts next Saturday at 4pm and he’ll pick me up on Monday morning.
Dear lovely, thoughtful, generous husband: did you realize that means you have to be up at 6am on Monday to organize the hyperactive one for school?
Sorry. You can’t take it back now! But at least you can look forward to your little daughter snuggling up to you
at some ridiculous time bright and early on Sunday morning as compensation.
Thank you, lover. From the bottom of my heart.
Just to recap:
- I’m off on Saturday afternoon
- To a swanky hotel
- All on my tod
- That reads: NO CHILDREN
- Someone else will be cooking breakfast, lunch and DINNER!!!
- I might go for a massage
- I could go for a walk
- I will go in the sauna
- I will officially be chillin’
Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow WOW!!!