the weekend I was supposed to be a woman

A few weeks ago my phone rang. It was mid morning and I was doing my usual mid morning thing... chasing after three 1.5 year olds. My parents were on the line, both of them and they sounded a bit funny... in a good way. They proceeded to inform me that they were sending Andrew and I away over night and that they would be staying with Alice and Isla. I won't lie... my eyes... they got wet... from the almost tears that almost spilled. That night away, it would be my first since the girls were born.

Fast forward a week and a half.... Thursday morning... early. Enter the flu... the stomach flu... shit that sucked. But hey, it would only last 24 hours right.... right.... right.....

Wrong. 

I got all mind-over-matter on myself and I was good right... right...

So Saturday morning came and off we went to Montreal.

We went for lunch... I tried to eat.  We window shopped. We headed to our hotel in old montreal. The Nelligan to be specific. The last time we stayed there was when I had just started our IVF protocol... more than two years ago.

Coles notes version. I almost simultaneously cried and puked during dinner out at Holder in old montreal. The nightclub across the street from the hotel kept us up until 4 am. Andrew got the flu on the way home.

Fun times had by all. 

clearly the universe was not prepared for my spending one night away from our girls... I get it... lesson learned.

and in my attempt to keep this mildly positive... here are the pictures... I don't even recall taking...





One surprise... there is now a White in old montreal. I have been to and love the White in Toronto. If you are getting married and live in this part of the world... go there.

Happy Tuesday!

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  1. That sucks, I'm sorry! Glad you are feeling better now!

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