After delivering the children to the places they each needed to be on Friday morning, I took off, in a t-shirt and flip-flops, for the airport. I had not a care in the world. I got my own row of seats. I read my book. I dosed off. When I got to New York I was able to hop on an earlier flight (after putting on warmer clothes ;) ). I managed to arrive outside at the shuttle service in Boston at the exact moment when the driver of the bus I needed was closing the door. I arrived where I needed to be much earlier than expected. It was heaven. My Mom fed me a delicious dinner and then tucked me into her bed for the night by 7pm.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of blueberry muffins in the oven, my favorite blueberry muffins. Yum. We dawdled over coffee and then decided to drive two hours to the mega yarn shop Webs. You certainly can't drive two hours with the intent to go yarn shopping and nothing else with children in tow. We were wowed by the selection and spent hours, yes hours, browsing and squishing and chatting with other crafters. Then we had a wonderful lunch in a delightful pub and headed for home. We watched some Downton Abbey while beginning new crafts and then I went to bed early again.
|Me and Noah|
|Bryce and Me|
Later that evening, it was home again home again jiggety-jig. Again, because I was flying alone, I hopped an earlier flight and made it home in time to watch the end of the Oscars with Matt.
Why can't I do this every weekend?