Ben called and made his usual offer to fly us out to join him for a couple of days.
I always say no. I was never interested in spending hours on little gilded planes and in strange airports with the kids in tow only to be subjected to the hazards of his 'other' job. Hazard is not the right word, it's not dangerous or anything, mostly I just don't want to know. I don't find it offers any privacy or is any sort of good environment to expose the kids to but he never fails to ask, if a weekend comes up and he can't make it home. It's become a bit of a sad tradition between us.
Only the past two weeks have been very hard here. Hard for me for reasons which I haven't touched on. For all the readers who have emailed me, pointing out that I'm not myself and things seem wrong, I spent a lot of time reassuring everyone that everything was fine, that I was dealing with illness and such and no worries.
Well, everything is fine and I am dealing with illness and there are no worries, I promise. Only this will be a good opportunity for me and the kids to get a very brief change of scenery and a good chance for Ben to play the hero and when he called this morning, I knew the offer was coming and the kids and I were already packed.
Okay.
What?
Okay, we'll come to you.
Oh my God. I'll have someone call the plane and the hotel.
Is that cool?
More than cool. We can hole up here all weekend.
Promise?
I'd like nothing more, princess.
Is there a pool?
There is everything for you guys. It's like four thousand bucks a night, I should hope we'll want for nothing. I'll make sure of it.
You really know how to impress a girl, don't you?
This isn't for just any girl. This girl is special. She's my dream girl.
That's really sweet, big Ben.
No, you're sweet, little bee. You made my day.
No, but I'll be there in time to make your night.
I don't doubt it.
So, I won't be posting for the next couple of days but when I return after the weekend I'll fill you in on what made things so hard and other things I've been ignoring, like the ever-growing stack of requests in my inbox. You all seem to want to know more about Ben, namely, what he looks like.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
See you early next week.
