I also have my own bathroom. SCORE.

Tonight we are doing grown up things. I am updating The Spreadsheet of Budgeting Awesomeness. Phillip is poring over thirty pages of mortgage refinancing documents. Guess who is sleeping? OH YES. I shall now wait while everyone knocks on the nearest wooden surface.

Sometimes I have to pause a minute or two and take in the Grown Upness. Over there is the television I OWN. Over there is the high chair MY KID sits in. Over there is the freezer which houses the ice cream that I can eat WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE IT. (Except I'm not buying ice cream these days, due to avoiding a sucky part of being a grown up that is having to spend money on bigger pants.)

Most of the time I hear myself saying, "Mommy says NO!" or "Do you want to sit in the corner? THEN STOP POKING YOUR SISTER" and it's no big thing. I am the adult. I'm in charge. Don't cross me, mister.

But other times I'm all, "REALLY? They're letting ME do this?"

Maybe it's all this talk of refinancing. We have one of those mortgages that freaks out on you something like five years after you sign the papers, all, "Oh YEAH, you thought you had THAT rate? Well let me show you THIS RATE, SUCKA!" So you know, that's kind of nerve wracking, especially when your neighbors have had very hard times selling the exact same kind of house you live in, and where another one of your neighbors will probably want to sell right when YOU want to sell, which is too bad for you because they did all sorts of cool stuff to their house while you went around destroying things with red paint and babies.

Anyway. I somehow went from deciding in which European country I would blow my [very small] savings to discussing how much we're willing to pay for refinancing closing costs. (Answer: none! I swear my husband can smell "no fees".)

But it's not all gloom and doom and which kind of laundry detergent should we buy. Last night we were a tiny bit giddy what with the baby going to bed at a decent time and Phillip could not keep his secret any longer. He was going to take me to this hotel, and he wanted it to be a surprise, but how is he supposed to produce surprises when I am the most planny person on the planet and DUDE, he was SO not even going to TRY packing an overnight bag for me.

So it's not a surprise (and really, how glad am I that he didn't attempt to pack my bag?) but HOW COOL IS THAT? I'm excited. ONE of these days we'll be able to leave Molly overnight, right? Please God?

It's morning now and Jack somehow left his Adorable and Chipper Personality buried in the blankets in the crib because what I've got today appears to be Total Pest. I mean, all this carrying on when your dad leaves for work is getting RIDICULOUS. Is it really so horrible to be left with your mother? Your mom is awesome!

Comments

[Lisa]

Oh, that spa place looks AWESOME! What a view! Also a very grown up kind of thing to do...have a romantic weekend away at a SPA! Awesome.

[Jess]

The hotel is gorgeous! That will be lovely. Sorry about the Pest, though. That's the part that sucks about staying home with the kid. You are awesome but you are also Old News.

[Jen]

I always feel particularly grown up when I have to drop off dry cleaning or go to the post office.

Jack, your mom is awesome. She also controls the treats, so you'd better be nice.

[Becky]

I had to laugh at your title because one of my most FAVORITE things about moving out of my mom's house (where I grew up with four sisters) was the fact that I would always know where things were.

Seriously - if it wasn't nailed down you'd never see it again. Which is pretty traumatic over a whole lifetime apparently. I still get a little kick of glee when I realize the scissors are EXACTLY where they're supposed to be!
Well, as long as hubby hasn't moved them...
:) Becky

[Carrie]

I wonder if you ever stop being weirded out by being an adult. I doubt it.

Have a great time on your getaway! I've heard fabulous things about that lodge. Report back to us!

[Jessica]

I freak out all the time about "wha? I'm an adult? People let me make decisions about what I'm going to eat for dinner and how late I can receive phone calls?"
It's weird.. I know it happened... I graduated from high school almost 10 years ago?! I guess time really does fly, or maybe I'm just the same vulnerable teenager deep down inside.

Am totally jealous of spa hotel. My husband would NEVER think of anything that romantic/nice. Seriously. Never. His idea of something for us to do together is a concert. Yeah. Not so personal.

[Christina]

I always wanted to go to the Salish. We lived so close and hiked around there a bunch of times but never did I get inside the doors. Sigh. But I am glad YOU will get to go there! :-)

[Elizabeth]

Maybe Jack and Eli should start their own "I hate Mom" Club.
Last night Pants slept from 8-8 and all I can say is that you must have a really direct prayer line to the big dude.
I will send good thoughts your way for Miss M sleeping through the night.
I never ask Eli if he wants to go in the corner! Clearly I have been missing out on a valuable disciple technique. Does Jack actually sit there if you put him there? You are a GENIUS.

[Kate P]

Sure, there might be some trade-offs on the whole "being a grown-up" thing, but for the most part, it's awesome. As is that lodge! Wow! Can you really hear the falls there? Neat.

[Manda]

I totally have these same random thoughts all the time. Just today I was all excited to go to the store and get myself some sushi (haven't done it yet, btw. We DO NOT interrupt naps that allow us to blog, do laundry, and eat chips and salsa without spilling salsa on anyone's head, DO WE?!).
Also, please take me with you to the fancy resort spa place. Or have your husband call mine and give him Tips. Because, GO PHILLIP YOU ARE AWESOME.

[Jennifer]

Just the other day my husband asked me how old I felt. I told him I felt my age - 27. He said "Really? I still feel like I'm 18 years old." I think if HE were the one that carried our children through 18 total months of pregnancy, he'd feel his real age also... maybe even a bit older.

[el-e-e]

OOH, I had brunch there once and I bet the lodging is soooo nice. Wow. I think Phillip is a keeper.