Last weekend, my hubby and I went to Vegas with some of my coworkers and their spouses.
I’m not a Vegas person. I don’t gamble, I don’t drink to excess, and I am a total introvert who hates crowds. If I were to choose a vacation destination, Vegas would not be on my list. But there is room in Vegas even for people like me.
Over our three days in Vegas, we walked the entire strip, checked out all the weird and wacky casinos, drank cocktails (in moderation), saw a show, and ate delicious food. I lost $21 on the slots and called it a day. We also spent some time by the hotel pool. It was nice to have some grown-up time without worrying about the toddler hurting himself or having to field weird questions from the preschooler.
But man, did I miss those little turds. This was the first time we left Liam overnight… and we were gone for four nights total! I cried the entire plane ride from Dayton to Chicago, worrying about my little mama’s boy and how he would cope. Turns out he coped just fine; he was asleep by 6:30 the first night and took a four-hour nap the next day!
We got home around 1 a.m. Tuesday and my mother-in-law brought the kids back around 9. We were greeted by a vomit-covered Rose (“truck sickness,” she called it, because Grandma doesn’t drive a car) and a grumpy, teething Liam. I cleaned them up, hugged them, and took them to daycare. And life went on as usual.
It’ll probably be a while before we have time to ourselves again, and I’m fine with that. But it was definitely nice to remember what it’s like to not have responsibilities for a few days.