what a whilrwind of a couple days! it has been really fun, and regenerative albeit a bit emotional.

left thursday morn after getting molly settled with my parents ( she is still there as i had to work last night and will have to work tonight again...i pick her up tomrrow...can't wait

anyhoo, LOVE hamilton airport...so easy to get through. plenty of time to grab a bite and settle in with a good book ( eat love pray by elizabeth gilbert...i could write a whole blog on this book alone...it truly was the best gift for this time in my life ...given to me by one of my soul mate friends last week)

the flight was quick and easy and i devoured my book, latching onto every word as my body finally allowed itself to slowly unwind. it has been a long couple of months and a very stressful few days trying to get myself, molly a nd the house ready for this little adventure. never mind the fact that i have been parenting singly since sept 14th ( for all of you out there who do it every day...i salute you. you have courage and energy and the patience of a saint i'm sure...it has been harder on me than i willingly admit )

i arrive at the airport in moncton and grab a cab to the hotel...windy and blustery but not cold here. when i get to the desk at the hotel the clerk advises that my dh has already arrived and checked in. even though it has been only a week since we've seen each other, and we know each other better than any other, it takes a few minutes for us to realize i'm actually there. we giggle, we hug, we . it is wonderful to be together in every way.

downstairs there is a wonderful restaurant where we have a delicious dinner ( and probably spend his whole weeks wage...but man it was good!) since we did not hget to be together for our anniversary last week, this dinner ( and whole trip really ) has been dedicated to celebrating as much as possible.

after dinner, we run upstairs to the room to get ready for his show. it was a great performance...and the theatre was one of those grand old dames, full of gilded statues and the like. very pretty. after the show, the guys tell him to get out of there and spend some time with his wife...they would pack up for him. good men...

back at the room, in many ways we want to continue the "romance", but instead choose to snuggle in bed and watch the same bad tv that we would watch in bed at home. this normalcy was exactly what we both needed...and brings tears to my eyes as i write this. it is what i miss most at the end of the day when he is gone.

neither of us sleep well that night ( rich food, knowing he has to get up early the next am to leave, knowing it will be another 3.5 weeks till we get to snuggle again...)

the alarm goes off at 7 and our breakfast arrives at the room shortly after. we have a great breaky in bed ( kinda...) and then he has to leave to meet the bus to travel to the next city by 8:15.

i watch him walk down the street with his bag, from the hotel window. i know i will not fall back asleep no matter how tired i am.

i take a bath and get ready for the day by myself...and then call the desk to see if there is a place to get a pedicure. ( a little happy birthday present to me, a couple weeks early.

after i check out i take a cab to the mall and walk around for a bit. get a couple of things for myself and a new dora video for my girl...i miss her already and it has only been one day. i cannot imagine how hard it is for dh to be away from her for so long.

at the airport i call to say thanks for a great "mini-vacation" and to say goodbye. i try not to cry. i am not good at this.

back in ontario, my bag comes down first and i head home to feed the cats and head off to work. in the meantime, i call my parents only to find out that molly has fallen off the couch ( onto pillows mind you...she has had WAY worse falls than that) and was favouring her one arma nd screaming quite a bit. they took her to the doctor. i am crying now...felt a guilty that i was out having fun while baby was home crying. the doctor says she is fine...probably just pulled a little something but nothing serious. she is also teething like crazy, so this does not help. i wish i could hug her.

after the call ends and i hear that she is giggling in the tub, babbling away, i talk myself through it and the guilt eases. she would have fallen whether i was there or not. sigh. i am not a bad mom...

AND THAT WAS THE TRIP. i am still without her for another day as i have to sing tonight, but i will get there as soon as i can tomrrow morning.

it has been a quite a ride. thanks for listening.
smooch

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