As prepared to leave for vacation, my first overnight away from Ty, my mind runs away with me. I lost focus of everything. Now, you may think that I was consumed with the stress of leaving my little Sugarbear, but let me tell you, it had NOTHING to do with that and everything to do with plane crashes, dying and zombies. Yes, it is true. And no, I'm not joking.
I was 100% comfortable leaving Ty with Brett. There is no other person on the planet that I trust more than Brett with Ty. Makes for easier leaving. In come the thoughts of dying, crashes and zombies. Sigh. The anxiety I get from plane travel is almost enough to have me heavily medicated. It's funny because once I get to the airport and am on the plane, I'm pretty much fine. Traveling alone is worse. I was with my aunt and PIC #2. It doesn't really get much better than that! This serious and irrational thinking started about 7 years ago and it is only when I fly. Odd? It's me, nothing is really that odd.
Anyway, I had already planned to NOT workout on Friday because I knew we would be on an 8PM flight to Vegas and would be up late. I was glad I got the extra sleep because we stayed up late after we got to Vegas.
It was overwhelming and overstimulating being in Vegas, but I soaked it in. PIC #2 was way overwhelmed. We joined the young pups at the bar in the hotel and had a couple. PIC #2 and I retired a few hours after we got into town. My aunt, on the other hand, partied like it was 1999 and stayed out late!
The whole trip, I was the first one up and in the shower. I would go downstairs where there was a lovely Starbucks and I would have a venti white chocolate peppermint mocha non-fat no whip accompanied by a spectacular piece of coffee cake. Delicious and oh soooooooo healthy. Right.
We did a TON of walking while in Vegas. It really didn't feel like I was walking around much, but we definitely walked for miles. It was great, except for the heat. It was 106 degrees the Saturday we were there. It was hot, but it was way more bearable than the heat and humidity here in July. I will definitely take dry heat over damp heat any day, especially for my hair's sake. Having naturally wavy/curly hair makes for interesting humidity hair in Iowa during the summer. My hair looked great in Vegas. I miss my Vegas hair.
We shopped, ate, did the bachelorette party with the young babes and saw a show. It was great. I was never once worried about Tyson and if he was surviving without me because he was in capable hands. I had no guilt having fun, either.
I needed this short, but long weekend away. It had been over 3 years since I had been away and I still "took" Ty with me via the womb. Hardly counts. I was free as a bird from all mommy and wifely duties for three whole days. It was refreshing. Aside from feeling like I got hit by a bus due to jet lag, staying up late and up early and all the movement, I was feeling refreshed mentally. I forget how important it is to get out and recharge until it has been way too long. I got back to a little boy that was giddy I was finally home. A big boy with greater appreciation and two furry babies that missed the crap outta me. It was a nice homecoming.
I took an extra day off to hang out with Ty. I felt that since I missed out on two whole days of Tyson's life that I would have normally spent with him, that it would be good for me to spend a day with him one on one. It was a great day. He and I went to visit Brett at work, went to the grocery store and to the pool. He was so good. Way better than when I had left. He must have needed to recharge himself as well.
I've made a deal with myself to do something AT LEAST once a month by myself that I want to do. I'm not talking grocery shopping or picking up some toilet paper. I'm talking pedicures, shopping, good food (that I don't have to cook), hanging out with a friend or two or even ice skating. Okay, not so much the ice skating part, but the other stuff sounds good!
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you that are planning a trip to Vegas, until next time...
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