I am in London, in the hotel, hiding out in the club room while my husband sleeps in. Given that I haven’t been sleeping at home because of Rocket, I know I should be sleeping right now, but I woke up at 9am and needed to pump. And then after pumping I needed something to eat, so I came in here to find a snack. I was hoping for toast or something… but I came in too late for the continental breakfast. There is however a giant bowl of fruit, so I helped myself to an orange. There is this huge industrial K-cup machine, that looks like it requires two hefty lads to carry it and an engineering degree to make it run. I managed to muddle though and was rewarded with a delicious cup of hazelnut coffee.
I am the only one in here, it is soooo quiet. I’m on the 20th floor of the hotel looking out over the city. I have a window seat in a fancy room with unlimited coffee, and no interruptions. My children are two hours away. This quiet moment to myself, sitting here browsing Facebook and munching on an orange feels like the most decadent experience I’ve had in years. This is the longest I’ve been away from the kids since babe number two was born. My parents are at home with my kids, who will probably be crispy fried from weird sleep routines by the time I get back to them this eve. My mommy guilt and my wallet both tell me I need to head home today, but man I wish I could stay. Stay here in the hotel one more night. Stay right here in this quiet private moment. This moment? Totally worth a week of Kraft Dinners.
We headed up to London for an early birthday treat overnighter. Nothing extravagant. A one night stay in my fav hotel. A couple of meals out, including dinner at our favourite restaurant. Pints of “rare” beers at the near by pub. Fancy breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Searching for books in my favourite used bookstores. It’s the B-irthday extravaganza; Books, Beer and Breakfast. My husbands birthday gift to me is the infinite patience with which he waits while I climb through the stacks of books at City Lights and Attic Books. End result, a hangover and a milk crate’s worth of new to me books to head home with. We do this most years. We skipped last year because there was a newborn babe to deal with. I was hesitant about doing it this year, because we can’t really afford it, but I’m glad I gave in as I’m having a blast.
How about you guys? What sort of treat is worth blowing your budget on? What silly little decadent moments do you treasure?