Before I start telling you about our weekend jaunt off to Minneapolis, let it be said that I had fun and I’m really glad we went.
However…things didn’t go quite as I expected. Not even a little bit, to be honest. I’d anticipated an incredibly liberating experience – traveling without the kids! Bliss, right?
Not so much.
I spent the entire trip feeling horribly heartsick. The list of parents I freaked out by staring longingly at their children grew and grew as the weekend progressed.
And then there was the “cocktail party.” I agonized over what to wear to this event, and eventually selected a beautiful dress I’ll post pictures of some other day. I looked fabulous, especially against the background of the rest of the partygoers…most of whom were wearing jeans.
And the much drooled over opportunity to visit the Mall of America? We spent the whole time hitting the toy stores and kids clothing boutiques. $300 spent on the kids and nothing on ourselves. So much for my new wardrobe. Just as well, I’m still in the midst of my skinnyfying process.
There were compensations though, like the giggles I got over one of the weddings guests getting drunk, having a fight with his wife, and storming out of their hotel room. Naked. It’s the sort of thing that’s absolutely hilarious provided you didn’t have to see it. I’m so glad we went to bed early that night.
The wedding reception was the best part of the weekend (and the bit where I took my heels off was the best part of that night). Filet mignon? Oh yeah, baby! And the dance music was fabulous. Neil’s aunts and cousins and myself were up there dancing our hearts out. I’m not much of a dancer, but I certainly give it my all. I got ‘em laughing, right enough. If you can’t be talented, I figure you can still be entertaining.
I really enjoyed the flights, especially as some of our planes were of the smaller variety. The kind with propellers even. I love that tummy flip-flopping sensation of mild turbulence, and the way the g-forces push you back into your seat as the plane takes off, the aerial view of the landscape before you ascend into the clouds, and that heady ear-popping feeling that hits home just how high above the earth you’re traveling.
I want to sky dive some day. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea, and how much easier to entertain such notions when imagination is spurred on by the inspiration of flight.
The bestest of all the best bits of this weekend was the hand-holding, the cuddling and the snuggling. As homesick as I was for my girls, I enjoyed my time with Neil thoroughly. If only there had been empty seats in first class, we could easily have convinced them that we were honeymooners.
Alas, the honeymoon is over, and my sweet, sweet home life beckons. How glad I am to embrace the sameness and the routine, even the mundanity of that life, because as I embrace my life I embrace my children, and there are few things that give me greater joy than that.
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As I’ve mentioned before, I *heart* my boring life. There’s a lot to be said for routine. Glad you’re back, and even more glad that you’re glad you’re back.
I can’t dance, and that didn’t stop me from being entertaining at the last wedding I went to, either.
Glad you made and Neil had some time for the two of you, and that you made it home safely!
I had to laugh at the “backbrop of jeans” comment. Don’t you HATE that? Finally having the opportunity to dress up and no one else bothers.
It sounds like overall you had an enjoyable trip sans kids and that is what is important … that and the fact you are now ready to get back to the normal routine of life.
Hooray for refueling breaks so we can continue to be the best moms we know how!
It sounds like your weekend was pretty entertaining all in all. I hate being away from my girls, too. It’s hard, but so important to take the time with your husband.
So to sum up your weekend. Dance! Romance! No pants!(cocktail dress) Mile High Chance! Drunken Rants! Looking At Infants!
Next Year? France!
I like the reverse alphabetizing around here. Finally, millie and I are at the tippy top of our blog game according to your blogroll! WOOT!
Strauss – I just about died from embarrassment…then decided I was being silly. And -then- felt so much better when Neil’s step-mom showed up in something off the shoulder…with sparkles on it. Hee hee.
EWBL – I don’t care where we go next year, I just want off this bloody continent! And yeah, figured it was about time you gals got top billing!
I’m a licensed sky diver– you should try it. there is nothing like it.
sorry you missed the babes so much- I think I will be the same way if I can ever get the courage to leave my little one.
I love the feeling of coming home. There is nothing quite like it!! It sounds like you had fun!
Frannie – my hubby jokingly says I can take it up after the kids leave home. Doesn’t want me orphaning my poor wee babes.
Laine – Definitely did…now just have to recover and get back to normal!
Drunken fights…YES!! you can’t beat that Kimberly.
Isn’t weird not having your kids around, when you thought you’d enjoy the little break, it turns out your heart aches from missing them.
Anyway, glad you look good and fancy, even if everyone else didn’t and that you got to dance and cuddle. Can’t beat that (and the drunk antics)
NCS – Ache is definitely the right word. I swear, once I heard about the fellow in question running about naked I knew the trip had been worthwhile.