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Thursday, November 02, 2006

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Band on the Run



Jesus Christ.

A post a day? Did I really say I would do that? Every day? Including this day?

What if I'm just not feeling it?

Ug.

Well, seeing how I'm here now, I guess I will share that I booked our tickets to Dublin today. We are tremendously excited. In the eight years since the first baby came, we have had exactly two nights, three years apart, away from our beloved children. The last being three years ago this January. We aren't philosophically opposed to being away from them. It's just that we don't have nearby aunts or grannies we can drop them off with for weekend escapades to Acapulco. My mother, their sole surviving grandparent, has made a once-in-her-lifetime offer to keep them in her care at an undisclosed location the two weeks we will be abroad.

TWO weeks. Whatever shall we find to do?

And how will I ever wake up from all the Ativan it will take to get me there?

We are already boring the kids (and everyone else who feels like they have to pretend to listen to us) to tears with our plans. I am amassing a tidy stack of travel books and consulting with Patrick every five minutes as to whether he might prefer a day of salmon fishing to castle-touring, bed-and-breakfasts to chain hotels, the National Gallery to Trinity College, the west to the east. Actually, very little of our time will be our own, as I am part of a group of writers who are doing a reading tour around the country, and most days will be spent on the coach.

I don't care. My heart is literally? figuratively? (dammit, Karla, now you've got me all mixed up) racing at the thought of the two of us being on the road again. I figuratively (literally, I was on a bus) ran away with Patrick all those years ago, and underneath all the trappings of domestic life, I like to think there is still a trace of the fugitive lovers. Only now we are on the run from our kids. Less guilt, more fun.

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Blogger sgazzetti said...

I can imagine how excited you are at the prospect. My wife and I are in the same boat, with no built-in babysitters. We fondly remember the last time we were able to see a movie in an actual theatre, two years ago this month. Our second baby is due in three months, so we figure we should be able to get to the cinema again around the time they're releasing "Under Siege XXVII", the one where Steven Segal is kickboxing from a walker.

Oh, and that last film we had the privilege of paying to see? Alien vs. Predator". What a waste.

Good luck with NaBloPoMo. I somehow roped myself into that too. I'll be watching.

11:18 PM  
Blogger Kel said...

how exciting!
I reckon the planning of the holiday is half the fun

I'm in this insane Nov blog thing too . . . you CAN do this :)

11:44 PM  
Blogger Kel said...

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11:44 PM  
Blogger Jule Ann said...

My contribution to NaBloPoMo is to delurk in the blogs of people who are doing it. I'm sure I would have no trouble averaging a post a day all month, but I suppose that's not the deal. But more power to you for doing it! And here I am, a perfect stranger who followed you over from Blogher not too long ago, watching your attempt, because hey, I like the way you write.

P.S. I am not named Jen. Sorry.

5:25 PM  
Blogger Patrick said...

You said:

"I am amassing a tidy stack of travel books"

To be honest, that should read "I am amassing an untidy stack of travel books".

The damn things are everywhere.

8:10 AM  
Blogger karla said...

Your heart was figuratively racing. Imagine if it had been literally racing! It would have been in a tiny car with a souped-up engine, speeding off into the distance toward a checkered flag. That would have been COOL!

11:13 PM  

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