The past few months have been a complete whirlwind. I envisioned the first few days home with Harper being spent getting us both into our new routine, going to the park, and figuring out how to incorporate blogging and working into my daily activities. But life never flows as well as we think it will. Everything seemed to fall apart.
Chris’s 30th birthday trip to Florida ended up a wash out. We all got horribly sick from walking around in the rain and humidity. Harper ran 103 fever for 3 days and a cold followed for two weeks. Bad teething added to her lack of sleep and crankiness all day.
My grandmother wound up in the hospital for the third time in the past year. She’s 96 years old but the strongest woman I’ve ever known. Every time she slips we all fall apart. She is our rock, our matriarch. Thankfully she pulled through and she’s home and better than ever, but the first few weeks I was home were rough. Days spent in the hospital and helping my mom with my little sister so she could be at the hospital.
On top of this my father in law had to have surgery, our brand new washing machine flooded our basement, we had car troubles. Every day was a new obstacle to overcome. It became impossible to try to get into a routine and it left me frustrated and defeated. But at the same time so thankful I wasn’t still working my 9-5 on top of everything going on. I felt as if I left my job at the right time for a reason.
The week after Harper’s first birthday things seemed to level out. Days became more regular and we started to go with the flow. At this point Chris and I knew we were due for a few days together to regroup and reconnect. We hadn’t taken a trip completely alone since we went to Hawaii the day after we found out we were pregnant. We hadn’t had a date night in 6 months. Chris had a 48 hour break from work one week and we decided to do something crazy.
My parents were more than happy to take Harper and our dogs for the few days – they knew we were due for some time alone. Without a hotel booked or any kind of plan, threw a bag together with running clothes, a bathing suit, and an two outfits and drove to the airport. We fly standby so planning ahead is always difficult. Luckily our seats are always free when we use our passes, but they’re never guaranteed. We turned to each other in the car on the way and said “are we crazy?”
We got to the airport and stared at the screen. Should we explore a new city? Should we lay on the beach somewhere? How about renting a car. We decided to go with a tried and true location, a spot we had never been to completely alone. Somewhere we didn’t have to think about. A quick ride away where we knew which restaurants were good, transportation was taken care of and we knew where to stay, we got on a plane to Disney.
There were no seats available – in fact the plane was overbooked. But we decided to stick it out. There would always be another plane somewhere else if it didn’t work and worst case we’d turn around and go home. Somehow, we got the last two seats on the plane. We sat apart and Chris booked our hotel while we were taxied to the runway and we were off.
We spent the next 48 hours eating at our favorite restaurants, running around the lake we knew and loved, and laying at the pool. We have never gone there and completely relaxed but it was incredible to experience that side of Disney. I have a post coming next week on all things adult to do in Disney World, because I’ll be the first to tell you it is as much for adults as it is for children.
We came back so much more relaxed and most importantly, clear headed. I’m excited to buckle down and blog again, spend my days with my girl and get back into a routine. It took almost two months, but I think we’ve got this thing down.