This past weekend Mr. Sarcastic and I put our relationship to the test. We went on our first trip together. It wasn’t just any trip. It was a trip that involved many hours in a car……with my four year old……to visit my hometown……and my Mom. Hey, go big or go home right?? Why have a romantic rendezvous away with just the two of us when we can test the limits of each other’s patience and sanity instead?
Prior to this trip our relationship has been pretty easy. We see each other a few times a week. Occasionally it involves our kids, but not often. Because of our limited time together we have pretty much only seen the best of each other.
Funny how all that can change in 48 hours.
By the end of the trip we had managed to sufficiently annoy each other, resorted to giving each other the silent treatment and mumbled a few choice words under our breath. In other words….we became an official couple.
Here is how it all went down.
The day of our trip happened to coincide with a bad day / week at work for Mr. Sarcastic. Mix that together with a 5 hour drive and a kid who has the patience of well….a four year old and it makes for quite an adventure. And let’s not forget the added pressure of introducing Mr. Sarcastic to my Mom for the first time.
But then we went here and all of that nonsense didn’t matter.
We spent the rest of the night along the water looking for the elusive Petoskey stone and watching the sun set. Brennen was happily content picking up rocks and throwing them in the water. Lots of happy memories were made there.
We started the day on Saturday having breakfast with my Mom and then the remainder of the day was spent playing fudgie (a name given to tourists because of all the fudge they buy and eat). Like the day before there were a lot of ups and downs. Brennen had several breakdowns for various reasons, we walked a few miles in the wrong direction and then a gazillion miles up the hilliest path on Mackinaw Island all the while I was pushing Brennen in a stroller. (I think I was being punished.) We even managed to liquefy the fudge that we bought. But walking in the wrong direction gave us views of the Island I hadn’t seen before and the hilliest paths proved to do the same. And in between Brennen’s breakdowns was the silly little boy that makes me smile.
We also spent some time at my favorite beach. We found a few souvenirs to take home but we also left behind some as well.
Sunday we headed home. Another fun filled adventure of being cooped up in the car. Add in a breakdown at McDonald’s because the play area was closed and three tired people from a jam pack weekend and that would summarize our return trip.
The weekend was by no means perfect. Life is not perfect. But in between all those little imperfections are pieces of what is perfect for me. And this weekend was imperfectly perfect.