Until last weekend, the last time my husband and I traveled without kids was in 2006.
So, yeah. It was time.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, almost five years ago, parents would tell us, “Get out of the house while you still can!” But we were (and still are) homebodies so we ignored them, telling ourselves that we didn’t mind eating takeout and watching a movie at home.
I’m not going to lie, grabbing Cafe Rio and a DVD is still a rock-solid way to spend a Saturday night as far as I’m concerned.
But sleeping in? Oh, yes. I could use more sleeping in.
Eating out at a fabulous restaurant? Two nights in a row? SIGN ME UP.
So we opted to spend the weekend in Vegas. Yes, Vegas…home of all-night gambling, dance clubs, amazing shows, free-flowing booze, shopping, and limitless stuff to do.
My husband and I have been to Vegas (together and separately) more than our fair share. Vegas holds no wonder for us…which made it ideal for our first trip in almost six years.
Vegas = No pressure.
People would excitedly ask, “What are you going to do in Vegas?!”.
“Go to dinner. Sit by the pool.”
And that’s exactly what we did. IT WAS GLORIOUS.
No schedule. No to-do list. No laundry to fold. No counter to wipe off. No nap schedule to work around.
It was like taking a two-day vacation from being myself. I think it even threw off my husband when we first arrived and he asked, “So what do you want to do now?”
“I don’t care.”
He doesn’t hear that at home very often.
We did whatever we felt like. I didn’t even break out my Big Girl Camera! I took a whopping 3 photos on my iPhone.
Parenting is wonderful. I love my kids and couldn’t wait to see them on Sunday afternoon. But the tasks and chores that come with working, running a household and raising babies are many. The need is relentless.
Or at least that’s how I felt before my trip.
On Monday afternoon, while my baby boy was sleeping and my daughter enjoyed a little time with the Backyardigans, she asked me to come sit by her.
Ordinarily, I would use this kid downtime to motor through the house and Get Things Done. Instead, I cuddled up to her and flipped through a magazine.
Maybe the need isn’t quite as relentless as I thought. Maybe I just needed to practice relaxing so I could remember how it was done.
Funny what spending a Saturday by the pool can teach you.
Do you sneak away for a little grown up-only time? Or are you several years into a grown-up trip dry spell?