Wes and I have had only a few actual vacations since we got married (and probably none before our wedding). We went to Africa, but that was more about Wes working in the pediatric hospital than very much travel and relaxation. Our safari was a fun trip, for sure, but sleeping in tents during the rainy season was hardly romantic. And while we loved our cook, the fare was less than four star. We took a wonderful trip to Portland a few years ago, a real live vacation. We stayed in a nice hotel, slept in late, ate good food and drank local wine and beer, saw the sights. It was great. And then we had kids.
Last summer, my mom and sister came and kept Oliver so that Wes and I could have a trip together. We went to Phoenix, where Wes had a conference. We stayed in a beautiful resort with several different pool and gorgeous grounds. Wes had to present and attend some sessions, and I was eight weeks pregnant with all that the first trimester usually brings, plus finishing a final paper for my Maymester class and reading several novels for my June summer session. So it wasn't completely relaxing, but it was time alone. No toddler to deal with, lots of naps. I couldn't enjoy the food really, or the wine, but we did do a little sightseeing.
So this summer we're trying again. My parents are keeping both the little people so that I can go with Wes to San Diego. Once again, it's a working vacation. But it's also in a hotel with an amazing view of the harbor, in an area of the city where I can walk to lots of things, and this time I am not pregnant and able to enjoy all of the local fare.
I will miss my little people terribly while we're gone, but I will also enjoy this vacation. I know Wes will have to work while we're there, and I'll still be pumping milk every few hours, but I'll also get to sleep. And read. And sit on the beach. And have dinner with my husband without taking a toddler to the potty.
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