Something amazing happened this last weekend.
(That's the wing of an airplane, in case you were wondering.)
I escaped. A whole weekend in Las Vegas, without husband or kids. Just me, my girls, and this girl:
(Britney Spears, in case you were wondering.)
I had been looking forward to this trip for a long time. Am I a huge fan of Vegas? Nah, not really. Am I huge fan of Britney? Meh, she's okay. What I am a fan of is cheap flights, cheap hotels, and amazing food. Oh, and my friends. I'm a big fan of my friends. So Vegas, it was.
Instead of recapping the entire trip, I'm going to leave you with what a woman in her thirties learns about herself when she is away from her babies. Or at least what this woman in her thirties learned:
1. I'm old.
Don't get me wrong- 35 is not old. But in terms of sleep deprivation, footwear, and unwillingness to stay up past midnight, then yes. I am most definitely old.
(The cat shirt distracts from the loose-fitting leggings and sensible boots. This was Britney night, and I was in bed by 11:45.)
2. I really like food.
I've never considered myself a foodie, but eating at the places we did made me realize that food is really great, and I should eat less boring stuff and more awesome stuff like this:
(Oysters, clams, mussels, crab, and lobster from Bouchon.)
(The single greatest lunch I've ever eaten, period. From Nobu.)
3. I need to chill more.
I had a full six hours to myself on Friday before my friends showed up. You know what I did during that time? I relaxed by the pool:
Relaxed in the relaxation room at the Palazzo:
(Those are my feet, and that is me looking up at the wave pool reflected on the ceiling.)
And relaxed with some restorative yoga. Relaxation needs to play a more important role in the life of a woman in her thirties. Amen.
4. I'm a sap.
The first tears I shed during the trip involved the book I'm reading. (Yes, on the plane, and yes, the woman next to me asked what was wrong. Shut up, haters.) The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd is simply wonderful, that's all I'll say.
Aaaaand....I missed my babies. A lot. Like a whole lot. L kept posting pictures of them on our photo stream, and each time I pulled one up I would get all sentimental. It's the curse of motherhood, isn't it? You long for your time away, then you long for your time home with them. Sigh.
I had a wonderful weekend. I love my friends so much. I love that we have known each other so long, and that no matter where we go or what we do, my most favorite times with them always involve sitting around, drinking our drinks of choice and making fun of K. Or H. Definitely one of those two. I love that they know me so well, and love me despite all my dorkiness.
But of course this trip was different. I loved, loved coming home. Anna's first words Monday morning were, 'Momma, I'm so glad you're back.' And Buddy, well, he might not have the words, but I think he was pretty happy to see me, too.
I didn't gamble a penny in Vegas, but after a weekend away I gained a new perspective of just how lucky I am in this life.