Leaving the Dudes

Last weekend Cindy and I took a trip together without the boys for the first time since either of them was born. Separately we have left for little trips here and there but at least one of us has been there to tuck them in at night, every night. So, we kind of got cornered into taking a trip to Vegas for dirt cheap and even though a huge part of us wanted to decline the offer...we went. It was great to be around other adults our age and let down our guard a little bit. We ate outstanding food and actually won way more than we lost. Still though, no matter where we were, or what we were doing, my thoughts always drifted back to the two little guys back in Arizona. What were they doing? What did they have for breakfast? Did they miss us? Did they wonder where we were at bedtime?

The boys stayed with their Ma and Poppy and had a great time. Of course they did. Why wouldn't they? They watched movies, rode their four-wheelers, went to their cousins' birthday party...just had a grand ole time. Well that's just perfect. Like we never left. Great. Super. Why do I feel like a giant turd then? Couldn't they maybe once have cried for us? Refused to eat? Acted out? Something?!? Throw me a bone here guys.

Regardless of my blatant insecurities, I'm glad we went. Maybe one day we can do it again. Not soon though. I don't want them having too much fun without me. Call me crazy but...well, just call me crazy.