Home Sweet Home

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So, my 36 hour trip to NYC turned into a 52 hour one thanks to Mother Nature and the never ending snow.  And honestly, I’m so glad that it did.

I woke up Wednesday morning with the news of school closing and weather reports telling me that my hometown was getting anywhere from 12-16 inches of snow.  I hemmed and hawed about what to do.  Do I keep my original flight and hope for the best? Do I rearrange my trip to stay another night and fly home when the weather clears? The one thing I didn’t want to do was get stuck in the airport for hours a time, so after a few quick conversations with the Hubs I decided to play it safe and stay one more night.

Best. Decision Ever.

One of my coworkers, a gentleman I’ve had the privilege of working with for many years, was staying as well so we decided after work on Wednesday to make the most of our grownup time in the city. He’s got three kids of his own, so I think we were a little giddy at the thought of doing things that we could never dream of doing with our little ones.  Like making a last minute decision to see a Broadway play.  We somehow got 5th row tickets to Jersey Boys . I really had no idea what to expect from a play about Frankie Valli and the Four Season- the music was before my time although I obviously knew some of it.  My expectations were exceeded 10 fold.  I was blown away by how great the play was- it was impossible to leave without smiling ear to ear (and yes, I knew every single song- thanks, Dad!).

Later that night we went out to dinner to The Red Cat with some colleagues and had a superb meal.  I was so thrilled to have a meal in a restaurant that doesn’t hand out crayons when you walk in.  A meal that didn’t include any Mac & Cheese or chocolate milk.  A meal where all the adults could talk about grown up things and where I didn’t have to take anyone to the bathroom 5 times and end up eating cold food.  Quite honestly, the food could have sucked (it didn’t), and I wouldn’t have cared a bit thanks to the atmosphere and company.

This morning, I caught the first flight home which happened to be at 10:30 am.  I got to the airport early enough to be able to have a hot breakfast while reading my book; enjoying my last few hours of peace and quiet.  Don’t get me wrong- I missed the Hubs and the kids, but I relished every minute of my time away.

As I was pulling in the driveway, the Hubs called.  “By the way, I forgot to tell you that Beaner has a touch of a stomach bug. Oh, and the dog seems to as well.  She barely made it out the door this morning before letting loose. And I think I heard the cat throwing up in the family room as I was walking out the door.”  He’s a smart man, the Hubs. Had he delivered all that news while I was still in NYC, I might not have come home.

 

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About Heather

I am the lucky mom to two kids. Scorch is my baseball obsessed 9 year old son and Bean is my crazy, loving 7 year old little girl. I'm happily married to the Hubs. We live in the middle of nowhere with two cats and one certifiably crazy dog.

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