Vacation

I haven’t had a vacation in a really long time.

Definitely not since we moved across country.

So, when we made the plans to travel to Vegas for my sister-in-law’s wedding, and then spend a week and a half in California…I was really excited. And really ready.

I haven’t had a night away from the boys in I don’t know how long, I’ve been working my butt off, Trev has been working long ass days everyday at work, and I just was really excited to relax and get some alone time with my husband.

But because I had expectations, of course the universe knocked those plans to the ground. Which makes sense in the grand scheme of things, but really took me by surprise in the thick of it.

So, firstly, we got food poisoning the day after our plane landed. Not even twenty-four hours off the plane and my entire family was shitting and puking everywhere. It was fucking horrible.

We had to miss the pre-wedding dinner, and then the next day miss the wedding completely.

I had plans to go to the omega mart, and we were supposed to walk down the aisle, and there was so much family in town that we never get to see — and we had to miss it all. It was such a bummer, but the entire time I was just so grateful we were in a beautiful AirBnb and had amazing family to help us in the moment. We were a mess, but we were surrounded in love in a gorgeous spot.

I was also on my period the entirety of the weekend.

And right before we left, Ryder knocked me in the lip super hard and the entirety of the trip it healed and was annoying.

So many things.

When we finally got back into California, everything was chaos.

There were so many people to see, so many things going wrong, and the kids were a wreck due to the adjustment and stress.

I had to fit everybody into these little micro-moments, and it truly never felt like enough. I always felt like I was forgetting someone, or there wasn’t enough time.

I didn’t get to see multiple people I wanted to see.

It was my bonus mom’s birthday on Friday and then Easter on Sunday. My parents had a gathering on Saturday.

Overall, it was so much stuff crammed into our visit, and I was just trying to keep up.

But boy, was it good to see the family.

It was so good to just hold my people and squeeze them and laugh with them and have those micro-moments that I’ve come to learn really mean so fucking much.

I never did get the chance to have a date night with Trev, or a night alone away from the kids…

But I did get to see my boys play with a ton of their cousins (having the time of their lives), I got to see my best friend for the first time in years, and I got to meet my baby nephew for the first time ever.

It was so beautiful, and yet so bittersweet.

I wish I could do so much more, but I’m also excited to go home to my dogs and my routine and my home.

Overall, I wouldn’t trade any of the moments I had for the world. They’re everything to me.

So for now, I’m just going to sit here in appreciation. Goodnight.

Also…I got to be reborn again and saw the birth of the universe, but that’s a tale for another time. Hehe.