In four weeks, Ryan and I will board a plane to Las Vegas while my parents tuck the kids into bed and get ready for a few fun-filled (hopefully) days of grandparents-grandkids time.
Talk of this trip started so very long ago, and thankfully it was booked a while ago as well, because the fabulous deal we got is long gone in the mire of rising flight costs. At one time, it seemed so far away, and now a month from our departure date I am worrying about a laundry list of things, some significant and some absolutely shallow:
- Most of my warm weather (ok, all weather) clothes are mom-casual: cotton sundresses, casual skirts and t-shirts, fit flops (which aren't really cutting it in the tush-toning department, by the way). How am I supposed to translate that wardrobe into the world of sequined Elvises and ultralounges?
- I am leaving my babies for four nights. Abbey and I have been apart for two nights and Dylan and I have only ever been apart for one. My heart hurts when I think about missing four bedtimes and all of those sweet snuggles and kisses and smiles.
- I am leaving my babies for three days. My mind is boggled by the idea of laying by a pool and reading a book for as long as I want, or (gasp!) having a cocktail and then taking a nap in the middle of the day. Will I even remember how to do those things?
- This is the first vacation Ryan and I have taken on our own in years. I am all giddy excited, in a giggly, goofy kind of way.
- My packing list has already been started and revised. Spirit charges for all bags (carry-on and checked). We need to use our space wisely, and that's a foreign language for a card-carrying member of Overpackers Anonymous. Does Mandalay Bay have decent toiletries? A serviceable blowdryer? These are pressing questions, because I need room for my shoes.
- I love shoes.
- There is a pool at Mandalay Bay. And an actual beach. That means I'm going to be donning a bathing suit, and not in a jump in the pool quickly and hide under the child float kind of way. I am perpetually pale and still need to come to terms with my post-baby body. Sigh.
- I am leaving my kids. Gulp.
Vegas circa 2006
to be young and not self-conscious in a bathing suit...
(aka gratuitous cute kid pictures)
I love shoes!!!!! As much as you do!!!! :)
ReplyDeletehere's the thing, I have left the boys before, and it was SOO good for me, to get a good night's sleep, to come back refreshed and ready for them. I think that every mom (and dad) needs a break once in a while. Instead of worrying about that and them (because they will be FINE 5 minutes after you leave) think about how much good you are doing for your heart, mind and sanity by going, being with your hubby and enjoying LAS VEGAS.
it is so hard the first time, but once you do it, you'll see how good it was for ALL of you. :)
Thank you a million times for this comment! I know in my head that it's going to be a nice battery recharge, and I know they LOVE hanging out with my parents. How funny is it that I am going to Sin City and looking forward to a nap?!
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