We had a nice weekend planned, just the two of us. E. would stay home and play with various cousins, being watched by various loving and responsible relatives. We would go away alone and have a nice relaxing weekend, perhaps one of the last before the new child arrives. (How many opportunities do come along to be alone together when there is a child in the house? For us, not many.)
So after the fingerprinting we headed off to NY, one of our favorite cities. I had lots of things planned. We went to the tennis matches on Friday, got checked into our hotel and wandered around until we found a small, romantic restaurant for dinner. (Almost anything is romantic when most of your meals are accompanied by a 21 month old who makes an embarrassing mess wherever we go.)
And then we woke up the next day and I was terribly sick and didn't leave the hotel room all day. Ugh. Oh well. I have been pushing myself and working hard and doing too much and not sleeping well. So I guess I could have seen it coming.
The weekend wasn't totally ruined, but it wasn't the weekend I had dreamed about either. No trip to Chinatown to get a little something for our daughter. No shopping downtown, no stroll through the park, none of that. I was disappointed and I cried and apologized for ruining the weekend. Sweetie that he is, K. said, "Don't worry. We both need the rest." Expensive rest in a nice hotel on the upper east side, but ok.
Now I'm home and trying to cope with being sick and caring for E. We will try to get to glorious NY another weekend this fall and just take E. along this time to minimize the arrangments that need to be made, and also minimize my motherly guilt over leaving him too many times.
Posted by grrlTravels at September 13, 2004 3:39 PM