You Can Get Away, But You Always Come Back.

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.

One of the multiple views from my lounge chair

One of the multiple views from my lounge chair

SAMSUNG

Yum, dessert.

The lionfish at Shark Reef Aquarium.

The lionfish at Shark Reef Aquarium.

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.

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About OneLoCoMommy

I live in Northern Virginia and and I look like the stereotypical suburban mom, for better or for worse. My son plays baseball and takes karate (albeit adaptive). My daughter is a gymnastics diva but rolls with the boys in T-ball. I've been a Room Mom and Playdate Coordinator. I work full-time, try to work out, and love my Book Club. However, I also blog on my experiences on our ASD, SPD and ADHD journey while trying to be a better parent advocate. All in a life's work.
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4 Responses to You Can Get Away, But You Always Come Back.

  1. Krystal says:

    I’m glad you enjoyed your time away. You needed it and you deserve it. But yeah, there’s nothing like coming back home to our babies.

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  2. So envious of your being able to get away with your hubby. Great for you!! My husband and I have never gone away overnight without our 10 yr. old son. We have had nights where the kiddo spent the night at a friend’s house, and it seemed so weird and quiet in the house. Glad you had a great getaway, but I agree that it’s more than strange to see someone changing their kid’s diaper at 10pm in a bathroom, anywhere, but especially Las Vegas.

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