Romantic weekend

We survived our tenth anniversary.

This weekend we went to our little cabin in the woods, ate and drank ourselves silly and slept quite a bit. We never built a fire. We ate out for every meal (because I was NOT about to cook and have to do dishes!) and were so spontaneous my head is still spinning.

Now, I have this teensy problem with transitions and prefer to follow the same schedule and routines daily. And I wonder where my kids get it. I can usually tolerate the cabin since it is practically a home away from home. It has wood floors, uncomfy beds, a kitchen area, plumbing, a fireplace, you name it. Quite a cozy place. We love it there and so do the kids (and the dog!).

So here is a run-down of our weekend:

• Left at about 6:30 when Bug Boy got home from his after-school group and the neighbor kids got picked up.
• Arrived at the cabin at approximately 10:00 pm. We hadn't eaten dinner so decided to crank up the heat (it was 55 in there) and go get food. The doggie was very happy to be there.
• Drove over the mountain to State College, PSU country and ended up, of all places, at Hooters. The wings were pretty darn awesome, I have to say. But the waitresses were total idiots and didn't look all that good in those outfits. I mean, part of their job is to schmooze with the clients. Basically, the more you butter them up, the better the service. And drunk college guys tip VERY well, so guess who the waitresses spent the most time with? Old people like us?
• Got back to the cabin around midnight or so. Saw some wildlife, took our time driving back in the 30 degree weather.
• Literally fell right asleep. No kidding (and no hanky-panky).
• Dog woke us up at 9:45 am barking at the park ranger knocking on the cabin door making sure it was us and not some stranger. Darling talked to Allen the Ranger (nice guy, we see him every time we go up) and I stayed in bed with no bra on pretending to be asleep. Shad Roe is fired as a watch dog, since the ranger turned off of the noisy dirt road, drove up the dirt and gravel driveway, opened and closed the screened porch door and knocked before she bothered to wake us up with her barking. But she DID get a mouse at 3am. Good dog.
• We got showered after the ranger left and drove into State College again to Ye Olde College Diner, home of the world-famous stickies. MMmmmm, nothing like 'em! We could have gone into Belleville (the little Amish town at the other side of the mountain from the camp) to the Smorgasbord, but decided we didn't need that much food. And they don't have stickies.
• Called Darling's 21-year-old cousin and probably woke her up at 11am when we were eating breakfast (don't worry, we skipped lunch. We had to, we ate ourselves silly at the diner.) and went to see her about three blocks away. She has a nice, brand-new apartment with three roommates, none of whom where there this weekend. We had a lovely visit and she asked me to fill out a questionnaire for one of her classes. That was funny.
  
• After leaving Cousin's house we went to get poochy so she wasn't alone for so long. Then we drove to the other side of the mountain and went to Belleville. We stopped and saw Grandmom, went to the winery and the little Amish/Mennonite grocer and browsed. Went back to the cabin after driving around the valley a little bit. Darling took a nap, I pampered myself and shaved, did my eyebrows, played around with mascara and even put on makeup to go out to dinner! WOOOO! That happens once a year.
• We went out to this great place in State College called Mario and Luigi's. Cousin's mother and father have eaten there and they have great taste. Plus, the place had a fairly awesome wine list so we knew we'd like it. We had a lovely dinner. Darling had a veal dish and I had a chicken in a white wine sauce and asparagus. I also had wedding soup. We skipped dessert but had coffee. Well, almost skipped dessert...
• We went to the creamery after dinner. It was about 8 pm at this point. They built a brand new building about two blocks from the original creamery. Same ole ice cream, brand-spanking-new building. Plenty of seating inside for cold nights and even more seating outside for warm days (can't wait for this summer!).
  
• Went back to the cabin. We thought we'd build a fire and leave the lights out and be all romantic and stuff. But we never got that far. We let the dog out and ummm, errrr, Got to know each other in the biblical sense. Alot. Then we went to bed early and never built the fire.
  
• Sunday morning we woke up early. Well, Darling woke up early and wanted to go get MORE food. I wasn't terribly hungry but needed a cup of tea and he needed coffee. Plus, I could tell he wanted to go home and see the kids. So, we went to get breakfast at about 7:30, sans showers. We did NOT eat ourselves silly, I had french toast and fruit with tea, darling had blueberry whole-grain pancakes. It was a nice, fairly light breakfast. Then we took the long, winding dirt roads over the mountains and drove through bear meadow and a few other very secluded and peaceful places, one of them is our favorite area up there called Alan Seeger park. Nothing but giant evergreens, a fantastic smell and peaceful quiet. Beautiful.
• We went back to the camp, packed in twenty minutes and headed home! Of course, Shadow moped the whole way, I know she didn't want to leave. We didn't either. Kinda.
• Arrived home and had lunch, sister-who-watched-Bugaboo for most of the weekend left. We tried to unpack and get a few things done until we had to pick up Bug Boy at my brother's house. Darling disappeared into thin air when he was supposed to be changing his oil and fixing his flat tire. I found him cutting up an iron beam with a torch (don't ask) and basically read him the riot act. Uh, HEELLLOOOO!!!! We just got home! Help me out a little here! I knew he missed his garage, so I gave him a little slack and asked him (rather kindly) to get a shower so we could go to my brother's and have dinner and get my kid back.
• Went to brother's, had a nice, simple dinner and went home. They spoiled him rotten, gave him all the foods he can't have (dairy, more dairy, and even more dairy. Oh, and chocolate for every meal) and let him play non-stop video games. He has been one miserable bugger since getting home. Crying, meltdowns, the works. And Bugaboo hasn't been very nice, either.
  

That's it in a nutshell. We scurried around like crazy this morning because Darling and I retired shortly after the kids. We packed no lunches, got no clothes out. He even forgot to say goodbye to the kids this morning and they were NOT happy about it. It just reminded me of why we have those evening routines in the first place. It was not my fault. It was his, he came upstairs at 9 when I was in bed and wanted to, um, you know. Get jiggy with it. So we did. And while it was fun and all, I am guessing we should have taken the time to get everything done quickly. But I can tell you with great certainty that we will tonight!