As those of you who follow us on Instagram and Facebook probably already know, I was in New York this week to host a press event for iRobot. (Side note: Roombas are actual magic, and I would now like robots for everything. Laundry-folding robot? Eh?) Anyway, David and I turned the forty-eight-hour trip into a little mini-moon of sorts. We got a ridiculously nice room at The Standard, saw the High Line for the first time (it’s been built since we left), caught up with all of our college friends who we haven’t seen for five years, and had two blissful days without the kids.
We miss them like crazy, of course, and I’m writing this from the plane as we fly back to pick them up early from school and cuddle them. But the more responsibilities that get layered on to our life (two careers, two tiny kids, a house, a staff to manage, etc.) the more important it is that we get away every so often and remind ourselves that we’re also a couple. Not just co-parents, or co-life-workers, or co-money-managers, but each other’s person. And that we picked this (and didn’t pick wrong). We’re celebrating twelve years together next week, but we pre-gamed this week.
Thanks to New York, for always welcoming us home with open arms. And to Roomba, for making it happen (and keeping my floors newly cleaned).
Why have the CMAs removed any mention about Beyoncé’s performance on social media?
UK lawmakers have to vote on Brexit to make it official. (Or not! Let’s just not Brexit.)
The Hamilton Mixtape is here, y’all.