I just had what can arguably be considered the best weekend of my life. The only thing that could possibly have made it better would have been the ability to drink a margarita at some point, but that limitation is of little consideration when you know how much fun I had.
Friday was my birthday. Wes, unbeknownst to myself, had been squirreling away extra hours all week so he could take the latter half of the day off from work and whisk me off to a Seattle adventure. We grabbed lunch at the Pike Place Market and then took a Duck Boat Tour, which is something we’ve always wanted to do. I moved here when I was 14 but have done a shockingly little amount of touristy stuff, so this was great fun for me.
After the tour, we walked around the boardwalk for awhile, enjoying the sunshine and atmosphere. An al fresco dinner in the sunshine with a killer view of the water topped off the evening, but then the weather had a surprise for us.
Right as we were getting our check, a strong wind came out of nowhere and blew a rain and thunderstorm overhead. We walked back to our car amid pouring rain and crashing thunder and it was way too much fun.
The next day, my fabulously stylish sister in law threw me an incredible baby shower. It was absolute perfection, and I was thrilled to be able to abscond with the decorations and put them up in Little Girl’s room. I drove home after the shower feeling happy and loved, and now Little Girl’s nursery looks SO FREAKING GOOD!!!
To top it off, I had brunch with the ladies from Wes’s side of the family Sunday afternoon. It was the perfect end to the perfect weekend. Monday was relaxed and low-key at home, taking care of Aidan who fell sick Sunday afternoon, but it still qualifies as the best weekend of my life.
So now all the excitement is behind me and I have to go clean all the bathrooms because I neglected to do that task last week because I was too busy. And yet I keep finding excuses not to do it this week either.
I think it’s possible I’m officially spoiled after my long weekend. Time to pull on my rubber gloves and get back down to business. Or maybe I’ll just play tractors with Aidan for a little while longer…