Practicing for our eventual empty nest, Mr. GenBLT and I took our first ever road trip without our kids this past Saturday. So we were only going to a city two hours away, and not staying overnight, and they are now 15 & 18 years old. But still – we left town without them! It felt momentous.
I called my mom to make sure everything was okay with her, threw a few dollars in the direction my children, and then split town, baby. On a date. The mister works loooong hours, and I, of course, have my day job plus the kids and my mom and the house…so we don’t get out much.
The occasion was a Kansas City Royals game. My hometown team. Neither of my children shares my enthusiasm for baseball. They opted to stay behind and go to a movie together instead.
I had a wonderful day. The Royals won in an exciting 4-3 finish, scoring the winning run in the 8th inning. We were additionally entertained by the guy behind us with a Walter Winchell voice, who kept a running commentary going, but was often trying to play catch-up on what happened while he was talking about the previous play. The hubster and I stopped on the way home to have dinner together. Just the two of us, at a restaurant, trying to recall the last time this happened.
My mom’s okay. My kids are okay, and even managed to feed themselves, plus the pets. The house is still standing. No disaster happened due to our adventure. We might have to try something like this again, in another 6 months to a year.