When my husband and I were married five years ago, I already had a three year old daughter. My husband adored her as his own, and went through a classically protective “new parent” phase, understandably. It was difficult, though, not having had any time alone as a couple, and after six months I was ready for a getaway weekend, and my husband was balking even though we’d found a reliable and trustworthy sitter.
Frustrated, I fumed until inspiration struck and I was inspired to go ahead and book an overnight at a secluded Bed & Breakfast inn down a country lane, hidden from the busy world, but amazingly only ten miles from our house (so he wouldn’t feel too far away). I made arrangements for the sitter, packed our clothes, and did all the preparations secretly.
The day it was time to get away, I took our packed bag over to the B & B on my lunch hour and checked in, adding personal touches (champagne chilling, strawberries, chocolate, candles, massage oil etc.). I left work early to pick my daughter up from preschool and then went to get the sitter. After settling the two of them down for the evening at our house, I left a note for my husband on the table in the entry hall:
“If you ever want to see your toothbrush and razor again, meet me at (Bed & Breakfast address) in room 2! A night of passionate lovemaking will be required to ransom your toiletries.”
He was quite surprised to find the sitter, and not me, when he got in the door…. and had to laugh when he saw the note! He kissed our daughter goodbye, and was soon knocking at the door of our room. He told me it was the best surprise he’d ever had, and would be delighted to pay the ransom.