After surviving a full year of parenting (barely), we finally convinced the grandparents to take the little one so that mommy and daddy could enjoy a little well-deserved time away. Truth be told, I was ridiculously ill-prepared for this little getaway. Normally the anticipation and excitement resulting from having booked plane tickets would drive me directly to Amazon.ca, where I’d pick up a fresh guide book off the virtual shelf and await it’s delivery with baited breath. Instead, however, of studying the not-to-be-missed local cuisine, historical highlights, and roaring nightlife, I was busy making sure that I’d packed enough diapers, remembered to drop off Luna’s health card, and writing down every important aspect of my daughter’s routine knowing very well that my dad would throw it into the garbage the moment I walked out the door. Frazzled, wound up and not at all ready to relax, it was only once Grandma and Grandpa had ushered me out the door – to the sound of baby screams flowing down the staircase – that I took a deep breath and realized I was supposed to be on vacation. All I really wanted to do? Was sleep. And it took me a one hour flight, a glass of wine, one long-ass commute from Dulles Airport and dropping off my luggage at our hotel, before I finally let go and embraced my 72 hours of freedom. Continue reading “Weekend-ing in Washington D.C: The Perfect Parent Escape”
