So in the wee hours of sleepless night after sleepless night, I’ve started indulging in a little fantasy – I realized that by the time I turn 40, with any luck, both kids should be sleeping through the night on a regular basis. (Yeah, I like to keep some of my notions realistic…). So it started with this germ of an idea – wow, on my 40th birthday, we’ll be home and the kids will be old enough I can leave them both with Grandma all day… I could take a long nap… see a matinee with my husband… read the newspaper from start to finish… take a hot bath…
And then somehow it morphed into this fantasy of my perfect day, if money and reality were no object. (See, it starts in Belize and ends in New Zealand, so we’re definitely leaving reality out of the equation.)
We’d book a cottage in Placencia, in southern Belize. Gimli and I spent a weekend there once when he was doing some consulting work in the country. Pure white sand beaches, cottages up on stilts swathed in bougainvillea, and all night the shushing of the wind and waves. So I’d wake up with the ocean breeze, to a breakfast of toast, fried eggs (runny yolks), orange juice, coffee, pancakes with real maple syrup, and the Washington Post.
After breakfast we’d head out (“we” meaning Gimli and I) for several hours of snorkeling, languidly paddling through the aquamarine water where we’d see manatees (we did one time, it was one of the top 5 best moments of my life, I think), sea turtles, nurse sharks, manta rays. And wouldn’t get sunburned at all.
I haven’t filled in lunch yet, but after lunch there would be a nap in a hammock, drifting to sleep with a paperback novel in my hand.
As evening falls, we’d be in New Zealand sitting down to a lovely meal in a restaurant with cloth napkins and a waiter who looks exactly like my cousin Frank (ok, this is actually a memory as much as a fantasy) – venison and a local red wine, and I don’t remember the rest of the meal because that pairing was so perfect – so I’ll fill in a cheese platter, and black olives, and strawberries, and crostini with roasted red pepper, mushrooms, and goat cheese on top.
And then a movie, and then back to Placencia to drift off to sleep to the sound of the waves…
So that’s my plan for my 40th birthday. Which suddenly I’m really, really looking forward to.