My sister-in-law has been offering for months now to watch the kids so that M and I can get away. I wasn’t ready for a long time. I didn’t think the kids were ready. Infants are hard, you kind of have to know them and what they need. But you know what? Now, I’m ready. The kids are ready. I need a break, M and I need a break together. We need a few hours to not worry about naps, not have babies screaming at us, not stress about what needs to get done around the house. The kids are on a fairly predictable routine, are up for more activities and different foods and all of that. While not in every way, in many ways they’re much easier than months ago. Plus, my medical-student sister-in-law is on a relatively lower-stress rotation this month, so actually has the time and energy to take this on (thankfully, with her boyfriend there as well… I wouldn’t make her take both of them by herself!).
We debated where to go. Drive up to New Hampshire, Vermont, or Maine? Out to the Berkshires? Newport, Rhode Island? The trouble is that it’s peak summer travel season, so finding a place was pretty tricky. And this is not the kind of weekend where we’d be happy staying at a Holiday Inn. We wanted someplace nice, with a few low-key things to do nearby like restaurants or a spa (massage!). No big plans, as we wouldn’t have tons of time to spend on activities.
And then, at about 9:00 last night, we decided. We’re going to New York. The great irony is that M and I generally dislike NYC (I really think you’re either a New York person or you aren’t, and we aren’t). But it’s a quick trip down on the train, we got tickets to see a show, and we’ll have lunch and dinner with friends. We’ll go down Friday night, and be back early Sunday afternoon. It’ll be entirely too expensive for such a short trip, but we’re just going to ignore that and go for it.
M and I are not usually spontaneous people. Usually the most we do is “hey, want to go out for sushi tonight?” And even that was, obviously, pre-kids. That, combined with the fact that this is the first time we’re leaving the kids with someone else, and we kind of freaked out as we clicked “confirm” on our reservations last night. But we’re going to do it, anyways.
Now, suddenly, I have a million things to do to prepare for our trip and for my sister-in-law. She’s going to need detailed instructions on the kids’ schedule, what they eat, etc. (which she requested, but I would have done anyways…). I need to make sure there’s plenty of the “right” food in the house. I need to print out all of the emergency contact info, including directions from my house to the emergency room (hey, just in case!). Oh, and I need clothes for myself, as I don’t think shorts and a ratty t-shirt are really appropriate attire for a Broadway show or dinner in Manhattan. Gah! Gotta go!