Husband and I just returned from a glorious few days away. We did leave Vegas lighter in our wallet but brought back some souvenir cups.
We played a little, spent a lot of time by the pool (and luckily managed not to get burned) and indulged. I got to see an old college friend for dinner (she lives out there now and is a fellow special needs mom) and it was great to swap stories. Saturday night we did the clubbing circuit and after seeing blisters on my “comfy” sandals (not to mention seeing 3:00 AM on the clock) I know I’m pretty damn old.
Then, there was the high number of kids in the casinos. I get it – Vegas is branching out to the younger clientele (see: M&Ms World, Adventuredome, or Madame Tussaud’s) but it still unnerved me. One day, we were on our way to the pool and passed a little girl, maybe Mayita’s age, having a temper tantrum in the middle of the hallway. Her dad just let her scream and holler like it was no big deal. Meanwhile, I get a pang of guilt because I’m away from my children.
People, the point of a parent’s getaway is to get.away. I don’t want to see anything that could resemble one of my children. Especially in a casino bathroom. Yes, I’m talking to the woman who was changing her infant in the bathroom at 10:00 PM Saturday night.
Husband’s parents were fabulous with the kids. They did note that the weekends were the hardest (shocker) – since the kids were up early and had a great deal of energy. They made do with the suggestions I laid out in the binder (yes, I made up a binder for them). They spent time outside, playing with the toys inside, getting B to his last soccer session (though with it so hot outside it was a bit difficult I heard).
It was nice to get away but nice to be back home. Being away helped me so much. I loved having an uninterrupted night of sleep but I definitely didn’t complain rocking Mayita when she had a nightmare last night. I missed B’s constant hugs and kisses.
Of course, now I have to focus on my parents. My father’s surgery is next week. It’s time to get back to reality. Sigh.