We just got back from an island vacation and it was amazing. Mr. Ashley and I were home kid-free for three nights immediately afterwards since the kids went camping with my mom.
This being alone for three nights thing has never happened. Ever. It was also amazing.
We had big plans -- nice dinners out, late nights doing whatever, a trip to the movie theater for an R rated movie. Really exciting stuff if you're a parent.
The reality is that we're old and tired and going to bed early is also really exciting stuff if you're a parent.
"Hey, I was thinking since we're home alone we should experiment with role playing," I proposed on the second night.
"Really?" he asked, interest piqued.
"Yes. I will be sweet and innocent but a little bit naughty. You will be a masseuse --" and then he laughed and laughed and laughed so I couldn't finish.
He (finally) calmed down and said, "That's a really fun idea. You can massage me."
"Uh, what kind of shady shit is that? The customer having to massage the masseuse?? That makes no sense, can you imagine if you went in for a massage and YOU had to give it? You're the masseuse, so you have to do the massaging. I'm going to have to report you to the licensing board if I don't get the massage."
"I've got to give it to you, it was a nice try. But no."
We had dinner at 5pm, went to Home Goods and fell asleep watching Netflix.
It was a pretty exciting night.
1 comment:
Aww, we would like one of them. Or even better, three nights and days!!! Lucky, lucky you!
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