What on earth could be worth 30 minutes of screaming? An entire night baby-free, that's what.
At just shy of two parenting years, TDSH and I got to spend our first baby-free night together thanks to Grandma and Grandpa. It was lovely.
The night was penned into the calendar weeks ago, but it wasn't until just last week that we settled on booking ourselves into a hotel downtown and spending as much time as possible doing non-baby-related activities.
Upon checking into the hotel yesterday afternoon, the first thing I did was sleep for 45 minutes (it was oh so awesome). We then went for coffee a took a walk through a section of town we hadn't visited in years. Of course we wound up at a pub for some beers (haven't been to a proper pub in two years...they keep kicking us out at the door...something about no admission for minors) and after much debate, we agreed upon dinner and a movie to round out the evening (Ghost Writer in case you're wondering...I'd say it's worth a rental, but be ready for the lamest ending ever).
This morning, we were awoken by the sound of room service delivering our steaming pot of fresh coffee to the room. Nothing beats lounging around a hotel room in a bathrobe and drinking coffee (for the record, my recent obsession with coffee has come to an end...I now remember why I never drink the stuff in the first place...caffeine is not my friend).
So where does the screaming fit into all of this?
Thankfully, it wasn't Abner screaming her way through her stay at Grandma and Grandpas! No, she saved it all up for mommy and daddy this afternoon after her nap (which took over an hour and a half to get her down for!!!!). Seems she was a little upset with us for abandoning her for the night. As soon as she woke up, the tantrum to end all tantrums kicked off with a vengance (it even involved rolling around on the floor kicking and screaming). She absolutely would not let either one of us out of her sight. At one point, I had to go get a load of laundry out of the drier so all three of us went up in the elevator and crowded into the tiny laundry room together with Abner screaming her way through it all.
The good news is that she finally settled down after we put a bowl of cheerios in front of her, but I did have to put her in the sling to make dinner (she's rather big for the sling these days!). All in all, there doesn't seem to be any lingering resentment towards us, so I guess we're all good to do a baby-free night again soon! Who wants to babysit?