Yesterday we took a page from Heather's book and did the last-minute-get-the-hell-out-of-dodge family vacation. I'm blogging this from a beautiful hotel in South Beach, Miami. It's 76 degrees out, the sun is shining, and X and I just returned from a stroll along the pedestrian shopping area of Lincoln Road, where we sat outside for a wonderful lunch of the most divine Italian panini ever. Dave has a business meeting this morning and will be joining us shortly to spend the next couple days resetting ourselves with warm weather, long walks, and room service. He had suggested that we come along on this trip earlier in the week and so we purchased a refundable ticket for me (with X as a lap baby) pending the pediatrician's declaration of health. Yesterday morning the ped gave us his blessing for travel and we were off, not to return to the cold Northeast until Sunday night.
It's a much-needed trip. In addition to spending most of the past three weeks in the house or the hospital (making me more than a little crazy), Dave and I have been on completely different wavelengths. Last weekend my rest and recuperation was accompanied by some very awful arguments that boiled down to a competitive list of who-does-what in life with respect to careers, house, baby, etc. It does nobody any good in a relationship to start keeping score and the argument is ultimately fruitless - the resulting emotions just oscillate between blame and guilt and back again. Although we ended the weekend a little more rested, I think we both were still very resentful and headed into this week without much resolution to the underlying conflict.
So we're here for a change of scenery, some sunshine, and hopefully a reconnection to one another. We don't argue much - in fact out of the past 7 years I can count on one hand the number of arguments we've had - and neither of us are good at it. I think it scares both of us, too, to be out of sync with one another. It's nice to be able to take a deep breath, hold hands, snuggle the little one, and move on.