Anniversary Quatro – The Aftermath

I can say with absolute certainty that the Anniversary Quatro celebration in Winthrop was a huge success.  I’m not going to go into ALL details about the whole trip but the gist of it was a) Chewuch Inn was absolutely charming and NOT someone’s house with a random spare bedroom b) Buck Mountain bike loop was phenomenally gorgeous and c) I love being married to Toby and am looking forward to many decades of anniversaries.

Now that we got all of that sentimental crap out of the way let’s get to the REAL stuff.   Yes, it’s true.  I threw a massive hissy fit on Friday afternoon before we left for Winthrop.   Fridays are not my best day and Toby usually ends up buried in a bunch of I’m tired of being a single mom,  I can’t do this alone, I wish I could just LEAVE every day and not come back until 8:30 at night, and If I hear the word PROPERTY one more time I will punch a hole in the wall and then spray paint my initials on the cougar pelt above the couch.  

Classy, I know.  I might as well pee in the corner.  And this is after I’ve spent the week telling Toby that it’s OK to go up to the property (punch!) after work and that I am doing just FINE here.   The martyr thing works for about four days and then I lose it and start looking for the spray paint.   People, do not send me emails about what a wuss I’m being.  I know my child is the best baby IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD.   But guess what, he still needs fed and entertained and bathed and dressed and he sticks his fingers in his own poop and then tries to touch my face. 

Did I mention I’m trying to work from home?  FUTILE.  That should be the name of my company.

So I had a little fit and then I got over it and we hit the open road.   I was a little hesitant about our B&B in Winthrop for several reasons but it turned out brilliantly.  You know what happens when you mix cheap wine and a Wild West themed room?  PHOTO SHOOT!  People, we made a horse out of a huge stack of pillows, threw a real saddle on it, donned the cowboy hats and a lasso and BAM, say hello to Wyatt Earp and Annie Oakley. 

And then there was the Sleeping In, the Eating a Breakfast I Didn’t Make and the Reading Quietly on the Porch.  Bliss, bliss and more bliss.

It was a blast to mountain bike with Toby after not doing so for a year and a half.   He definitely gets an award for patience because the first many miles (I think at least 17 miles of the 14 mile loop…) were uphill.  I am completely out of shape and was in my easiest gear pedaling wildly with just my right leg because my left knee is a total bitch.    And P.S., my body happens to be bigger than my bike clothes these days so my shirt and shorts no longer meet in the middle.   And not in the pre-pregnancy, sexy way.  I have the weirdest tan line now.

Anyway, it was awesome to escape for the weekend without Roper and to have the chance to hit the trail with Toby again.  Those parents who haven’t spent a night away from their kids in four years?  They are either saints or they are just avoiding spending time alone with their spouse.  Personally, I have NEVER been accused of being a saint and I will scale mountains to spend a weekend alone with my spouse…if only to see him ride a horse made of pillows while lassoing the bedside lamp.

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