My husband and I spent the past weekend at a resort that offered a "Food and Wine Camp." It was our anniversary present to each other. We are major "foodies" and I am an amateur
wine sommelier so this was right up our ally. We drank wine and learned
about wine and food pairings and spent the weekend with a wine
sommelier and a 4 star chef. I gained 10 pounds, easily.
The weekend was all about "wonderfully crafted herb and wine pairings, experiential hands-on
cooking classes and expertly prepared and paired Chef's Table Dinners." But for me, it was about so much more than that.
I have spent the past weeks incredibly ill, bed ridden actually. It's
been a long haul, and I was eventually diagnosed with Lyme's disease.
We went back and forth about even going, but eventually decided we
could probably never find another weekend where my parents could watch
my son the whole weekend when they were offering the camp and decided
just to do it. if I needed to skip out on one of the activities and
sleep, I would.
I
am so, so glad we did. Besides just being simply fabulous, it reminded
me of what it was like to be healthy again. The have fun again. To
not feel sorry for myself. To connect with my husband. To get away
from my three and half year old and potty accidents and lunch making.
To be me again, just me, not mommy.
Don't get me wrong, I love, love, love being a mom. But I also love
being me. And being a wife. And I am a firm believer that partners
need alone time, be it a weekend, an evening, or an hour, to reconnect
and recharge and be someone other than Mommy and Daddy. This was that
weekend for us. The weekend why we remembered why we feel in love.
And we came hone with 6 incredible bottles of wine.
But it didn't last long. I knew my dream weekend was over the
minute I got home and I immediately starting fighting with my son about
pooping.
