Monday, October 20, 2008

Welcome home.

Mr. Dog and I were fortunate enough to spend the weekend with a bunch of good friends in Las Vegas. We ate out, drank too much (in some cases waaaaaay too much) and hung out by the pool. We lounged in the sun, read magazines, spoke freely with other grown ups and generally behaved as though we had no kids. Well, apart from the daily phone calls to check in and my nerves over leaving them for the entire weekend.

NE was kind enough to watch them so we could host Auntie Chihuahua's Hen Party. As it turns out, this was the same weekend as my dad's high school reunion, so the grands were not available. This was the first time I've ever left the kids overnight with anyone else. I was worried, I didn't have enough time to prepare the meals I'd thought I would prepare (in what spare time I'd expected to do this, I don't know). The house wasn't spotless (as though it ever is) and I had to pack some of my own clothes while they were still slightly damp because I am not a laundress. It all worked out.

The boys loved their weekend of floor beds, sleep overs, movies and indulgence. Every time I talked to them, they raved about how much fun they were having. It was like a kiddie version our our own Vegas experience. (NE even coached Little Dog into leaving a message on my cell phone reminding me "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas").

After two nights, we got our flight home. It was the last flight out to Seattle, and it was full. We finally got home close to midnight, got caught up with NE, the boys were sound asleep. She left and I started to change into my jammies. And then I heard it. The unmistakable gagging of a just about to puke Big Dog. I rushed into his room just in time to see him cover his bed, his hair and his pajamas with vomit.

My vacation was officially over. It was like "Hey mom and dad, welcome home. Here's what I had for dinner!" But smellier. Ahhh, motherhood.


Robin said...

Ugh, what a welcome home. Been there done that. Not fun. Takes that zen space and blows it all to hell. Glad you and they had fun during, even if the reentry wasn't quite as smooth as it could have been.

the mom said...

ah, welcome home! Thanks for stopping by my blog!

Unknown said...

Not a great welcome home. But it sounds like a glorious vacation. Vegas - home of the chapel where I wed and the spectacular view from my penthouse. Marvahlous!

Mrs. F said...

Oh, the joys of motherhood. Why couldn't he have done that BEFORE you got home???


I wanna go to Vegas!

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