There was no autism.
No band practice or concerts.
No racing, pounding little footsteps.
For 45 hours…
We crossed a wine tasting off my 45X45 list.
We had adult conversation.
Toured a museum at our pace.
Walked the streets of the city we live so close to but hardly ever see.
Watched what we wanted to.
Ate at new places.
Slept without alarm clocks.
Our anniversary was this past week. This weekend we dumped the kids with their grandparents and had 45 hours to ourselves. It was wonderful, peaceful. We plan on doing it again much sooner than later.
It isn’t until you get away from it all that you realize how wrapped up in it you are.
Everyone needs a break. We took full advantage of ours.