24

24, although one of my favorite TV shows, is really not blog-worthy. Especially now since the season's over. What else can be said? Of course, Jack won't die of whatever plague he's been contaminated with, and of course he'll be back again defending the country. It's just TV, people.

The 24 I'm referencing here is the wonderful, perfectly sublime 24 hours of true alone time I was treated to this weekend. I've been feeling overwhelmed, both as a wife and a mommy lately, so my dear husband made arrangements for me to stay at one of his hotels last night. There were no dishes to put in the dishwasher, no phone calls to answer, no emails to reply to, no Nolans to feed or bathe, no Todds to tend to. It was all about me...and it was delicious.

I haven't had 24 hours completely to myself since Nolan's been born. Don't get me wrong...I LOVE spending time with my family, but there's definitely a huge need in my life for "prolonged" solitude and rejuvenation. I got it this weekend and I feel like a new person.

Here's a basic rundown of my last couple days. (Um, it's OK to be jealous. Just let your hubby know that you, too, need some alone time! Seriously, 24 hours can make a world of difference!)

Saturday, 9:50 am--Woke up in a daze and frantically ran into Nolan's room to make sure he was OK. He rarely sleeps this late. He was fine and just waking up himself. God bless him!

Made breakfast for the family, showered, packed and hit the road at 11:30 with a raspberry mocha frappucino in hand. Already I feel like queen for a day!

12:30--Arrived at my destination, Santana Row in San Jose. Who knew that this little slice of European inspired shopping / dining sunshine exsited? (Oh yes, my husband. He knows what I like!)

Perused the shops at my leisure, had a wonderful lunch curbside at a darling little French cafe.

3:30--Checked in to the hotel, read to my heart's content while being serenaded by the gurgling courtyard fountain right outside my window.

6pm--Not hungry for dinner due to delectable late lunch but opted for Pinkberry frozen yogurt as a light alternative. Perused more shops, lounged at Borders Books, picked up dessert (chocolate raspberry mousse...mmm!) for a late night snack.

7:30--To the room, pajamas on, book open.

9:30--Lights out.

Sunday, 9:30am--Lights on.

10:15--Breakfast at the hotel in the courtyard. I hadn't had cheese blintzes in forever and they were so good!

10:50--Check out of the hotel, stroll through Farmer's Market and a few more shops, listen to the wonderful jazz musicians while sipping yet another raspberry mocha in the piazza.

11:45--Realize that although I've had a wonderful time alone I miss my guys like crazy-cakes.

12:30--Pull into my garage and greet the ones I love best with hugs and kisses.

Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.