Missing you

The husband takes off to Vegas for a mancation every year during the NCAA basketball tournaments.

Last year, he went on my birthday (while I was pregnant). I just like to give him a hard time about that, because, well, that's part of my charm. To his credit, we didn't know I was pregnant when he planned it and this year he made sure to plan the trip a week early so he wouldn't miss the last birthday of my 20s ... there will be a post about that I'm sure.

I, too, took some time off work too and headed to my parents because:

1. I'm not ready to do the single, working mom gig yet.


2. My parents have been giving me MASSIVE guilt trips that Peanut doesn't like them because they don't see her enough. In my defense, she sees them almost every other week. We are still just dealing with separation anxieties.


3. I will take an excuse to have a couple days off from work.
   

And while I think the husband is having a good time, I just don't think it is the same for him given the new addition to our family this year. It's endearing to hear how much he misses us and I think his time away will make our time back together all that much better.

Peanut has changed everything in our lives and while some things have become more difficult (I know, how could taking a Vegas vacation be difficult?) I don't think either one thinks our lives were better before her.