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This past weekend I took my first day off since November. Being it was my birthday I somewhat felt entitled to a day of my own. A month ago I booked a room at the LaQuinta for a family get away. I called the hotel a couple of times to confirm our reservation fearing that something would get screwed up. I had it in my head that since I was so looking forward to this mini vacation that some catastrophy would occur and prevent me from going. The weekend bookkeeper that I'm training, (by the way the same lady I've been training since November), got sick with the stomach flu on Thursday. My first thought when she called me was not sympathetic, it was more of a hurry up vomit and shit all you want for the next two days, but do not fuck with my weekend. She called late Friday night and assured me she was feeling better and I could go. Good girl!
Saturday morning as I'm doing my last minute packing the phone rings. The Hubster grabs the phone and looks at the caller ID. I could tell the way he tossed the phone on the bed like it was infested with cooties that it was work. At 9:00 am during the breakfast rush the restaurants assistant manager walked on the job. Thankfully the kitchen manager was there making corned beef & cabbage for the Saint Pattys day special, so she had it covered but was upset and needed to vent. Okay crisis averted, trip is still on. Yahoo!! Half an hour later I stupidly answer the phone without looking at the caller ID and it is the assistant manager calling to cry on my shoulder about why she felt she needed to walk out in the middle of her shift. Waaaa..Boohoo...whatever. Do not fuck with my weekend. Finally we are on the road to freedom. The boys were beyond excitement to get to the hotel to go swimming and order pizza. Someone at school had told Steven that you could get pizza delivered to your hotel room. He could hardly wait to see an actual pizza delivery man. Can you tell we live in the sticks?
Anyway we arrived safely and got checked in to our room. First on our agenda was to go visit Hubster's brother and wife since we hadn't seen them since Thanksgiving. We had a nice visit and just as we were getting to go Steven runs to the bathroom. I thought what a good boy to go potty before we leave. When he came back to the car he was white as a ghost. He informed me he had just gotten sick, but he felt better and just wanted to go back to the hotel so we could go swimming. On the way to the hotel, he threw up in a bag twice. He spent the rest of the afternoon and evening sick. Hubster took Dean swimming for a little while, but otherwise we spent the evening watching crappy tv. We did order pizza and Steven did manage to get up out of bed to witness the miracle of the pizza delivery man. Steven didn't partake in the pizza so I knew he wasn't feeling any better. Since tv was so sucky we were all asleep by 10:00 pm.
At 4 o'clock in the morning I awoke to Steven whispering in my ear that he felt much better and was ready to go swimming. He had heard Hubster tell me earlier that the pool was open 24 hours and didn't quite understand why I didn't want to go swimming in the pre-dawn. I just got him settled back in bed when Dean woke up sobbing "I peed! I peed!" Neither of my boys has had trouble with bed wetting so I don't know if being in a strange room was the problem was or what. So I got him cleaned up and stripped the bed and got both the boys settled back down for a little more snooze time. During all of this Hubster is quiet. I'm thinking is he getting sick now or what. After a few prodding questions, come to find out after the boys went to sleep the first time, Hubster had been putting the moves on me by giving me a back massage and I fell asleep. Uh.. oops sorry dear. After this revelation I go into the bathroom to discover you know who has come for the monthly visitation. Figures. So I go out for a nice drive in the wee hours of the morning to purchase some feminine products. Not many people shop at 5:45 am so I didn't have to deal with rude people which was good since I could have easily gone on a hormonal rampage. Of course with me walking around with tampons and pads in my basket probably clued people to get out of my path now that I think about it. Or it could have been the bed head...or the flannel pj pants. Oh and I didn't brush my teeth. On a bright note I did get to see a beautiful sunrise though.

We ended up going to the pool at 9 o'clock and had a great time. We had the pool all to ourselves so I could relax and not have to suck my stomach in which is always a bonus. I purposely didn't use my self tanning lotion before the trip with the idea I could blind strangers with my lily white legs and through the tears in their eyes I would look fabulous. As soon as we were sufficiently pruned and sanitized from the chlorine we headed back to the room. Steven finally got to eat a piece of pizza and kept it down. After packing up we checked out and went shopping before heading home. The weekend was definitely not how I envisioned it was going to be, but I honestly wouldn't change a thing. I got to be just me. Not a bookkeeper, not a manager..just me. I got to be mom and the wife. Just what I needed. Not a totally satisfied wife since somebody, yes you Hubster, had to give such a relaxing massage. For future reference Hubster...stimulate don't soothe.