Dreamers get ready for company

It's only Wednesday.  And Jennie and George aren't coming until Saturday.  Oh, but it may take me the rest of the week to get the house ready.

I'm ready.

And we bathed Bishop the other day, so he's ready.

And Sam always looks good.  Don't tell him I said that.  It will go straight to his head and I swear some days he's hard enough to live with.

Ah, but the house.  Crap.

I swear I just vacuumed.  I know I did.  And yet Bishop hair is everywhere.  And I know I didn't dust, but that's because it kind of got all out of order and I just thought...who cares.  Because at the moment, I didn't.

This tree has added responsibilities I never imagined.  I have to water the freakin' thing daily.  And Sam said he'd race me to the kitchen so that he could water it, on account of I look ridiculous trying to slither under the tree with this belly, and there's a distinct possibility that one day I might just not make it out...oh, but he was at a crawl, playing with his zoo on his phone while walking.  And even me, with my obvious challenges in mobility, beat him to the pitcher.

So, the house needs a good cleaning.  The guest bed is made.  And a quick dusting and vacuuming will make it all right.  Keenan cleaned his bathroom last night...after much instruction and even more attention.  What kind of question is this?

Keenan: Mom, why don't I have a toilet brush in my bathroom?

me: We threw the old one out when we redid the bathroom.  I didn't buy a new one because we only use it once a week so it's not like we couldn't share.

And in all honesty, the way I have to clean behind him, it's not like it needed to be super convenient for him anyway.  Grr.

Oh, but, yay!  Jennie and George are coming.  We have plans.  We have fun stuff to do.  We're using my free blogger admission ticket to Carolina Christmas.  And we'll be petting animals, checking out lights, viewing tons of decorated trees, and making S'mores.  Note how I always save the best for last.  Yay, S'mores!  I doubt they will be as good as my secret recipe.  I may have to bring more chocolate to make up for that.  These things can be fixed.

The cleaning will be worth it.  The visit is long overdue.  And so is the fun and relaxation.  By then, it will only be a week until Christmas.  Ouch.

A mighty storm

Yes, Tropical Storm Emily is causing us to travel to Charleston in the morning to batten down the hatches. It used to just be an expression, but now that we have a boat and it has hatches, the expression makes a lot more sense. So, it's off to the marina we go.

Sam is not looking forward to it. Me, however, I most certainly am. And this is why...

How many times are we going to get to ride out a tropical storm on a boat? I think it sounds super cool. And I can't wait to sleep while the boat is tossed about. If there's thunder and lightening...all the better. If I were on the boat alone...completely different story. Sharing the experience with Sam...awesome.

I'm not sure if I can think of a more romantic adventure for our first weekend alone in forever. Okay, it's only been a few months, but it still seems like forever. I cherish our alone time. And we don't have so much of it anymore.

Nope. There are people around all the time. Mostly, I don't mind. Ah, but there are times that I just want him all to myself. I'm selfish like that.

So, it's a good thing we were alone for a few hours the other day. That's the beauty of me working from home. I can do it whenever. I try to do it during the day, but it doesn't always work out that way.

The other day, Sam was home for a bit working. He finished sealing the grout in the bathroom. That's when I heard it. He was filling the tub.

Sam: The kids are gone for a while, right?

me: Yup. Everyone's working.

He smiled.

Sam: Let's christen the tub while they're gone.

So we did. We hung out in the bathtub with the whirlpool going. We snuggled some and joked a lot. It was fun. And he shows me more and more his romantic side.

Sam: Too bad you don't have one of those bath balls like we did at the beach.

Our first trip, I knew that we had a whirlpool tub in the room, so I picked up a fizzing magical bath ball. It left some petals floating in the water. It let off this inviting aroma. And it made my skin feel so soft and special. Obviously, he liked it. There's talk of us getting another one for the next time we're alone. Whenever that rare moment occurs.

The good thing is that because of it, we cherish the moments more than ever. And I'm glad a mighty storm has us running off to a place I love to protect a boat that was our dream. We'll have fun. We'll make the most of our alone time. And we'll come back with some memories.