This weekend we got breakfast in bed. Twice. Which now brings the number of times in my life that I have ordered room service to a whopping four.
Last week was rough around here. It was good, as we looked at apartments, found a new apartment, signed a lease, picked out paint, booked movers, got boxes, and started sorting through stuff. It was good, because we started another Whole30, spent time with good friends, and enjoyed being back home after the holidays. It was good, as I did endless loads of laundry, lots of work for the upcoming semester, and actually found places to put away all the Christmas stuff.
But it was rough. All of the aforementioned productive busyness came with stress, late nights, tight schedules, tense conversations, budget crunches, big decisions, and frustration. James and I felt like we kept not connecting, kept getting things done, but having more tight-lipped conversations than is our norm. We kind of pride ourselves on being A Couple Who Communicates, and last week– we just weren’t.
This past weekend I needed to go to West Virginia to photograph a wedding, and James decided to come with me since I am a pregnant-fainter and long car trips with me driving by myself make us a tad nervous these days. I insisted he should stay home and get stuff done, but eventually we hit the road late on Friday night, rolling into West Virginia after 1am. In a final moment before crashing, we opted to hang the room service menu on the door, enjoying breakfast in bed before I rushed off to photograph the wedding.
And like that, the stress of the week started to wash off us. Starting the day in a pile of pillows with food on a tray is a very good thing. I went to meet the bride feeling pampered and relaxed, and James settled into the hotel for some work, followed by his version of a spa weekend: 40 chicken wings consumed over an entire afternoon/evening of football watching.
On Sunday, we decided to do it all again, sleeping in and then reclining on pillows to dine in bed like the rich and classy people that we emphatically are not. We were able to talk, to process the week, to relax and not feel like we should be boxing and folding and sorting. We left the hotel and headed back to DC feeling once again like a team — just the two of us. A team that will soon include a third, but will always only be as strong as the bond between its two original members. Sometimes a quick weekend away is all we need to remind us of that.
At baby showers when asked to write down archive for new parents, my mother always writes “loving your husband/wife is the best gift you can give your child.”
It really is!
A team that will soon include a third, but will always only be as strong as the bond between its two original members.
I LOVE that.
Thanks girl…. I hope your team of recent three is going strong!
Hey! I haven’t officially congratulated you yet – congrats on your pregnancy!!! When I read that you were pregnant in that first post I immediately thought of that car accident on the way back from KY and I got a huge lump in my throat…for like the whole day. So glad you’re all doing fine, and making big (albeit stressful!) decisions together, and that you’re back to being Team Communication. 🙂
Thanks! It was a rough stretch leading up to Christmas and now moving… but no one I would rather do this crazy life thing with!
This makes me feel relaxed just reading about breakfast in bed! 🙂
You for real need some soon! Get that fancy doctor husband of yours to grab a tray! ; )
I love this!! Yes, yes, yes.
I love this so much. The struggle is honest and real but the sweetness of reconnecting is always the trump card. It’s really beautiful to see glimpses of your relationship and the amazing example of marriage you display. XO
Ahhhh, thanks! (And btw: your grams make me so pumped to be in the boy mom club!)
I’m so glad he went with you! Stealing those moments away, whether it be a weekend together, a date night or huddled together in bed over morning coffee while the loud troop of boys clamors nearby, those are what keep the bond strong and communication flowing.
Welcome to the boy club!🙌🏼.
Aww, I love this post. May we all be able to indulge in such luxuries on a regular basis to keep our relationships in-tact.
Re-reading that sentence, it could come across as snarky. My intent is not snark. I want to clarify that the luxury is a delightful morning with your sweetheart, feeling completely pampered for $24 dollars of eggs. Pricey for eggs? Yes. Luxurious? Yes! Worth it? Absolutely.