I thought I was going insane, but then I realized I just needed a vacation. David and I hadn’t gone away together by ourselves since I was pregnant with Noah, so 5 years ago this year.
I decided to just plan it and make the budget work, rather than wait for the budget to suggest it. We went up to the Homestead in Heber and swam in a big hot spring/volcano thing a few times, spent forever in the hot tub, went to the spa and got a massage (David stayed in the room with his Netflix, because that way he wouldn’t be accidentally touched by anyone). We ate fabulous food and I just spent three days enjoying my favorite person. Life at it’s best is David and I alternating between various pools of water, restaurants, a spa and a hotel room. I can’t remember ever being happier.
We left Saturday morning and returned Monday night in time for a Valentine’s FHE with the kids and my mom–we all had a heart where each family wrote down what they loved about you on it.
I am so grateful to grandparents who made the weekend possible. It seemed so much to ask on top of everything else they do (my mom had been with the kids 9 out of 10 days in a row by the end, since David was traveling last week), but I was SO grateful that they helped us out.
We’re back in the grind now, facing gargantuan car repair bills, negotiating how we’re going to get people where they need to go after my surgery tomorrow, David’s working like a dog–the Fed by day, the contracting job in the basement by night. I’m so glad we had a quick moment to come up for air.
The big, fat surgery tomorrow, should take 2-3 hours, depending on how messy it is in there. I am scheduled for 10 or 10:30 Mountain. After surgery I’ll be in recovery 1-2 hours then in a room for 2-3 days. David will post and tell you all that I’m either fine or that I died on the table sometime tomorrow–probably before he goes to bed. They are going to let me stay on a hormone patch for a while and see how things go–so, no cold turkey menopause for the time being–phew!
Well, wish me luck! When we meet again I’ll be an “it.”