I’m going to Vegas.
I’m going to Vegas, sans child and husband.
I’m going to Vegas, sans child and husband, in a couple hours.
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Unless, of course, I don’t go.
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All of a sudden, I’m terrified to leave. I have never, I repeat NEVER left my child overnight. Bam Bam is two years old now, and will be with his Daddy the whole time. Up until today, I have been nothing but excited about this trip. I’m still excited- incredibly excited. But I am also buzzing with nerves.
I AM NERVOUS.
I’m nervous that tomorrow Bam Bam will ask where mommy is, and cry because he doesn’t understand that I’m coming back in a few days. I’m nervous that he’ll fall and get hurt, and I won’t be there to soothe him. I’m nervous that he’ll miss his naps. I’m nervous that he’ll do something incredibly cute for the first time, and I’ll miss it.
I’m also nervous that he’ll be perfectly fine, and not even notice I am gone.
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And, believe it or not, I am nervous about having fun.
I’m not sure I know how to do that anymore. I’m going for four days away with a good girly friend. We are going to Vegas, baby- fun, right? But how do I relax? How do I let loose? How much fun is too much fun? I am a mom now. How much fun is a mom allowed to have?
What if, for a few hours, I DO NOT THINK ABOUT MY CHILD AT ALL? Does that make me a bad mom?
This whole relaxing and having fun thing is much harder than it seems.
But I suppose I’ll go.
Seriously, I doubt I’ll get this chance again for a long, long time.
And Hot Nerd is more than capable. He knows our son’s schedule. He knows what he eats. He’s taken CPR classes. He knows cookies are not for dinner… well, I’ll just remind him a couple times on that one.
And there was a point in time when I knew how to party.
So, here I go.
Off to “have fun”.
I’ll try to only call a few times a day.
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Mom’s are allowed to take their tops off in Vegas, right?
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