On Friday morning Eric and I dropped off our little treasure at my mom’s house and basically ran out of the damn door to spend the night at Foxwoods in Connecticut. I’m not a gambler but I love Foxwoods. It is huge! There is so much more to do than just gambling, including the Tanger Outlets which are located right inside the hotel, so you never even need to get in your car! The second we got there we checked in, had a bite to eat for lunch and then went our separate ways for a few hours. Me, to pump (WILL IT NEVER END?) and head to the spa for two glorious hours and Eric to go play poker. When I got up to the room to pump I realized I did not have the most important parts to the pumping puzzle. The actual parts that do the pumping. I literally sprinted through the hotel to the car where they were waiting for me on the floor, THANK YOU JESUS.
The spa was soooooo necessary. I thought I would fall asleep since I was up since 4:30 AM, but I find it difficult to sleep during massages and facials. I enjoyed every single minute of it though and wish I were rich enough to do this once a week. I went shopping a little after my appointments and Eric and I met up to get ready for dinner. We decided to go to a fancy steakhouse considering it was for our anniversary, and fancy it was. We both had filet mignon, mine came with shrimp and his a lobster tail. Can I tell you how glorious it is to eat a meal without having to tear meat into tiny pieces with your hands like a caveman to feed the squawking child next to you? My fingers did not need to touch any food! No tearing up in here!
After dinner we talked around, had various drinks at the many different bars and stayed up wayyyyyy too late and drank wayyyy to much. But you know what? It was the most fun I have had in AGES. We were back to the Sam and Eric we were before the sleepless dictator took over our lives, and we needed that time together. It would have been perfect if my boobs didn’t wake me up at 6:45 and 8:45 screaming to be relieved, but we can’t have everything, now can we?
If there’s anything you take from this post, it’s that if you are parents of a tiny human, you must go out with your partner without them. It is sooooo easy to be consumed in the all day, every day routine of a baby and forget that you used to be a couple before you were parents, but it was seriously what we needed. I’m already looking into doing it again soon. It doesn’t even have to be a fancy night away at a casino. I’ll settle for a Holiday Inn in downtown Manhattan.