Last month I did something I haven’t done in years… five years to be exact. I went away for a girls weekend in Las Vegas – completely kid free!
You see, I am the mom who has never had a night away from my toddlers. Correction, I have spent one night away from my (almost) four year old. I spent the night at the hospital after I gave birth to my (almost) two year old. Other than that, the longest I have been away from these two was during my recent day date with my hubby to the Napa Valley Wine Train.
Needless to say, this weekend away was much overdue and I had a great time!
1. My kids can and will survive without me.
In the days leading up to my kid-free weekend I was so stressed out about leaving. Surely there was no way that my kids could survive the weekend without me… even if they did have their dad home with them. I thought about canceling, and almost did twice. Luckily my husband talked me out of it – he told me I needed this trip. And you know what? He was right. Not only did I have a great time, but my kids were just fine!
2. Road trips without kids are so much shorter.
Because we had a large group of girls, we decided it would be cost-effective to drive rather than fly. Part of me dreaded the drive – Las Vegas is about 7 hours from my home and the last time we drove with the kids, it turned into a 9.5 hour (almost 10 hour) drive! Driving with the girls was so much different than driving with the kids… it was almost relaxing! There was never any stress of crying or whining kids and we weren’t stuck listening to the same Disney or Taylor Swift song over and over. Instead, we got a lot of good laughs in telling each other funny stories and sharing the latest and greatest with each others lives.
3. Getting away for the weekend without kids gave me a mental recharge.
Although we were in Las Vegas and found ourselves going to bed far past my typical bedtime, I found that I woke up each day fully recharged and I suspect it had something to do with my uninterrupted sleep. It was glorious! I also got to use the bathroom by myself, eat without two kids climbing all over me trying to steal my food, dress up and wear a small purse! I got to have a few drinks and dance the night away with the girls. I got to be me again.
4. Seeing a child during a kid-free weekend is not for the faint of heart.
I can’t tell you how many times I saw a child or something that reminded me of my kids, only to feel a deep weight pull on my heart strings. Saturday was probably the worst day for me. There was one instance where I watched a little girl about my daughters age throw a tantrum at the table with her family. I wanted to walk right over there and pick her up to hug and comfort her – but I didn’t because that would be creepy… but man oh man, it brought tears to my eyes. As soon as I got to my room I did a FaceTime call with the kids. Lets just say there was a lot of FaceTime calls over the weekend!
5. There is no place like home.
As much as I needed the break and enjoyed my girls weekend in Vegas, I was completely ready to come home and jump back into my mom duties. After all, I am a mom first. Now and always. My kids may like to sneak into my bed at night, join me in the bathroom and climb on me like I am a jungle gym, but I just might secretly kind of like it. This is my calling.