Have you ever watched the show "Everybody Loves Raymond?" Yes? OK, well picture this. I'm Deborah. My in-laws can literally look out their kitchen window and see if I am home or not. They can see if I am washing my car, getting dirty in my flower beds, or even if they come close enough they can tell if I'm getting dirty in the bedroom, which thankfully, they do not and I do have blinds and curtains for those reasons. Its not as bad as the show. I actually love my in-laws, they do so much for us and I have never minded doing anything for them. Occasionally, and not very often, I do feel a little threatened by the constant presence of others because with our house being within spitting distance of theirs, when they have company, we have company. Family, friends, just people stopping by always feel as if they should visit us as well as them. I don't mind all the time, really I don't. But when I'm sitting bra less in an old tshirt on the sofa 7:30 on a Saturday morning sipping coffee and watching DVR'd Greys Anatomy Episodes, I do not want my brother-in-law pecking on my door looking for a measuring tape or vice grip.
They have a grill, and a fully equipped kitchen. So that means meat and cold beer. Yes. Another reason for getting away. We like to relax in the evenings with a cold beer and yummy grilled snacks. But its hard for us both to relax in the evenings if all we are thinking about are the lists and lists of things that need to get done that weekend, both for ourselves and our families, grocery lists, home improvement projects, anything and everything. I'm pretty excited about loading up the old 4x4 with a couple coolers and just a handful of clothing, because, with a jacuzzi in the living room across from a beautiful stone fireplace, whose gonna need but so many clothes?
So, at first I felt a little guilty about booking this weekend. Taking us away from them. What will they do? Who will they talk to? Who will they talk about? But we need OUR time. I NEED to sit bra less at 7:30am sipping coffee. OK, without cable I may not be able to catch up on my Thursday night Greys episodes, but never the less, there will be better things to do. I want to sleep in, wake up and smell the dewy forest morning air, hear the birds, and watch the squirrels scurry around, OK... I'm sounding like the brochure from this place, but they make a good point! So, its not the Bahamas, but it'll do for now. Simplicity and braless-ness here I come! (in about two weeks, that is).
