Wow, it's been almost a week since I last posted. Where did the week go? Did you miss me? I've been a bad, bad blogger. I'm out of whack now that school has started and not quite into a routine yet. But I'm getting there.
Mr. Schmitty and I went to our overnight wedding getaway on Saturday! It was a much needed break. It was the first time we have ever been away from the kids overnight -
together. It was AWESOME! We were gone 23 hours!!
The wedding was very nice. The bride and groom looked gorgeous. Everything went smoothly and looked perfect. The hour long ceremony ended at 3:45 pm. The reception wasn't beginning until 6. We were starving. I was so afraid my stomach was going to growl during the wedding vows, I was
that hungry. We stopped for a quick bite with our friends/neighbors because we knew we wouldn't make it until the cocktail hour.
It was a good thing we did because the Hors D'ouvres were very upscale. I'm a picky eater and with Mr. Schmitty's celiac...well, there wasn't much for us. The neighborhood (the 'hood) guests kept wondering when the pigs in a blanket, pizza bites, and mozzarella sticks were going to be served. Hey, we're easy, none of this fancy smancy stuff for us!
A great time was had by all at the reception. There was a 10 piece band that was amazing. Everyone danced the whole night. They even went an extra hour. I had a ball dancing with my two female friends, while the guys hung out by the bar, making fun of us, I'm sure. I haven't danced like that in a very long time and I paid for it the next day. I think I may need a hip replaced.
We woke up the next morning and joined the remaining guests for a buffet breakfast. MMMMMMMMMMMM....the food was delicious!
By 10:30 am we were actually missing the kids. We drove the hour or so back and we were greeted by W. and R. running out the door screaming, "MOMMY! DADDY!" It was the best. Though T., the middle, sensitive child, was mad at us. He wouldn't speak to me for about an hour. It must have finally hit him because he hadn't been upset up until that point. Unless, of course, he was pissed that we were home. Hhhhmmmm...I think I may be hurt, come to think of it.
So, there it is, my day of glory in a nutshell. I'm glad to be home.