We Vant to be Alone

Being woken up at 5:30 in the morning by a four year-old whining that she is hungry is maddening.  When that said four year-old is accompanied by a waving long-beamed flashlight that glows across your room making it feel like your being invaded by aliens?  Well, that is just a recipe for evil.  Throw in the four year-old then knocking on her sister's door while calling her name and you have two parents who can only dream of the fact that they are going away A-L-O-N-E this weekend while they grumble into their pillows and bemoan their early morning existence.

That's right.  Bright and early Friday morning we are dropping TD and The Comedian off at their grandparents house for a weekend of spoiled, late bedtimes, chicken nugget, juice box bliss.  Quite frankly, I just don't care either.  All I can think about right now is sleeping in Saturday morning, eating multiple meals while having a real, uninterrupted conversations with H and watching the Hershey Bears play Saturday night. 

We're going back to Hershey this weekend for two days of factory tours, chocolate, spa treatments, chocolate, hockey, chocolate and more.  I would start counting the hours now if my brain could function like that today but it won't.  For now, I'm just content to dream of the fireplace in our room, the quiet drive there and back, as well as all that time alone with H that we so badly need.  I'm just so excited to spend all that time with only him.