BF and I went to my sister’s Saturday night. Her house is 5 hours from mine. So yes, we drove most of Saturday, partied, slept, and drove home. I’m still all worn out. But I sure did need that break in routine.
My sister is 21. She has her own house. She lives in a tiny town known only for the large Tech school. Her house is full of nifty breakable things. We got to fly remote controll helicopters while drinking, gaming, and chatting, etc. Not once did I have to yell at a kid to “DON”T TOUCH”. It was grown-up time, in grown-up space. OK, I really can’t party like I’m 21 any more, so maybe it wasn’t really so much grown-up as it was kid-free.
And BF and I got 10+ hours by ourselves. It wasn’t exactly the romantic get a way of a life time but it was time just to be us. It was lovely. I got to use my back speakers, for once not having to worry about ruining my kids ears.
Even though I’m all worn out (this is partly because we were up late having a discussion which will remain private for the time being) I feel much saner.