Two weekends ago Todd and I were able to make our FIRST overnight trip sans kiddo.
We went to Branson, MO.
We swapped cars with my parents, they kept the crusty french fries, toy bombed mess that makes my car your typical mom-mobile. And we got to take my dad’s truck, you know, the truck that is clean & bigger than my bedroom it’s so huge, truck.
We drove for 2 hours without having to hand over a train that had been hurled at the back of our heads because we weren’t paying him enough attention. We didn’t listen to the “Quack, Quack” song or the “Itsy Bitsy Spider” on a constant loop or change a single diaper or to make sure the kiddo had snacks or…well, you get my point.
We got to talk grown up things in the car like politics, why we disagree with this policy or agree with that one. And typically enough? We talked a lot about potty training, how cute our kid is, how awesome it is to be parents.
We talked about how we couldn’t believe 4 years had come & gone so quickly.Â We just shook our heads in amazement that we’ve been married 4 years & we have a 2 year old. We always thought it was going to be our 4th Anniversary that had us planning for our first kid, not talking about a Â future baby #2.
We went shopping (and mostly shopped for Lboy, figures right?), we ate at expensive restaurants & didn’t even have to ask for a kiddie menu or beg a grumpy, loud toddler to stop screaming & eat. We drank “adult drinks” at noon. We laughed so hard our sides hurt. We did more shopping. We ate more expensive meals. We laughed more. We went to the movies. We did more shopping.
We back to the hotel at 8:45 pm…and…you know…
And slept over 12 hours.
Because we’re wild like that.
The entire weekend was a blast! It had me wishing I could do it again soon!
Then we came home & I was ready for all the “Wee Sing Silly Songs” in the world. I was ready for hugs & kisses & ready to get back into the parenting game.
And man, the cosmos must have known that I was ready for parenting after my break. Because we came home to a kid with a stomach bug.
Parenting. It never ends. But sometimes, it does take a break, a very, very fun break!
How did your first trip go away from the kids? Have you been on one yet?