The kids and I got back from our week long vacation last night. I am a dead duck. I slept almost 11 hours last night. We flew up to Al’s neck of the woods, made his apartment our home base, and drove in every direction on day trips to see sights.
When I turned the rental car in yesterday, the rental guy informed me I drove 977 miles.
In a week.
While I was on vacation.
In a bunch of traffic.
But other than a few instances of back seat driving from my son and my lovah, it was fine. I feel quite proud of myself for navigating several major cities, with no idea where I was going, with 2 backseat drivers, in traffic I’m not accustomed to.
We bombarded his one bedroom apartment and he had to wait for his own bathroom and slept on the sofa. It was super crowded in there. He gave the kids and I his room and we had 2 blowup mattresses and his bed. I kept telling them to pretend we were camping. That meant,
“DO NOT LOCK THIS DOOR TO CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES, GO IN THE CLOSET LIKE THE REST OF US DO!”
It isn’t like I’ve had one speck of personal privacy in 15 years.
We went to 4 museums, an amusement park, a major league ball game, took a boat excursion, saw a movie, celebrated 2 kids birthdays, mixed our kids (one for the first time), and drove all those miles. The kids were all pretty happy with the itinerary, although The Boy never gets enough of a museum and Merlot had quite enough of them after the first one. In addition, she was limping with a boot for a large part of the trip. She was a trooper though. Al, bless his heart, carried her a lot.
He was the Hodor of the Eastern Seaboard.
What Al and I didn’t do was
Because of the distance, we do spend a lot of time intertwined when we are together. Usually he comes in when I am off kid duty and we spend large quantities of that time nekkid. We grudgingly put on clothes to go have a margarita peace summit or when we absolutely have to be with other people, but we don’t like it. When we are with kids we are very careful not to make them uncomfortable with our romance, so we don’t sleep together when they are with us. We do hold hands and have some hugs and quick pecks, but srsly, we are like a Duggar courting when the kids are around.
You could cut the sexual tension with a spoon.
Al, forever naughty, grabbed my boob several times.
It was awesome. I almost came.
Finally, on our last night, we told the kids we had to go print boarding passes at his office. They were probably not fooled since there was a printer right there on his table plus we were gone for ages. We got back home with funky hair and smelling of sex…
He said he will never look at his desk without blushing again but he can cross a few things off his bucket list. I’m gathering from that statement, that men fantasize of having sex on their desk. I was more concerned that a cleaning person was going to come in and find us buck nekkid in there, or that, heaven forbid, there were security cameras. It did the job though, scratched the itch, until we can be together again.
I have more stories to tell, specifically about blending kids and how much I hate his ex-wife, so to be continued…