Yesterday we packed our bags and said goodbye to our sweet baby boy.
I have never been away from him for more than 24hours. Just staring at his picture gives me anxiety so I have to keep going like ripping off a bandaid.
For Christmas, my parents gave my “Husband” and I the opportunity for a small vacation. They said we could go anywhere, anytime, and they would cover the hotel for the duration of the trip. They also said they would watch our son for us. The only reason I accepted is because we live with them and they know his routine backwards and forwards. If it weren’t for that factor, I’d be waiting until he was a teenager to do this.
We finally decided on Niagara Falls, Ontario. Our last vacation was in August 2015. We came to Niagara and had a blast.
I don’t mind going to the same place multiple times, as long as the experience is good.
This weekend is extra special because I turn 24 today! We’ve planned it very well but we also know better this time around so we won’t waste our money on the touristy things.
Getting here was a bit of a headache.
It’s February and the rain was coming down in sheets. Thanks, global warming.
Then we rolled into the casino parking lot, absolutely relieved to have made it. I booked our hotel on the casino resort website, so naturally I thought we were staying at the casino resort. When we went to check in, the resort staff directed me to the hotel across the street, but conveniently attached via a tunnel to the casino. I’m still not sure how that happened. As we stood in line to check in again, my “Husband” and I went over the steps on the casino website. Every time you tried to book a room at the casino, it took us to the Hilton website. My “Husband” was not a happy camper.
Eventually, I was able to talk him down and we began to sink into the relaxing feeling that is a baby free vacation.
Of course, every time we see a baby, hear a baby, or think of a baby we think of our baby. Dinner was rough because there was a toddler there who kept saying “Dada!” My “Husband,” being the big tough guy he is, kept looking at me with those big sad eyes and would say “I miss our baby, let’s go home!” Obviously he was kidding, but the sentiment is real.
To save money, it is strictly entrees and soft drinks. This way a dinner doesn’t cost more than $75 after taxes and tips.
When I travel, I like to eat at restaurants that I don’t have at home. I avoid chain restaurants, I love Mom and Pop restaurants.
Of course my fibro decided to rear its ugly head last night. I had a muscle tension migraine the minute we got there until the second I put my head on the pillow to sleep.
I didn’t let it ruin my night. I popped some Tylenol and we hit the casino. While we were there we got to FaceTime our son thanks to my brother.
It was wonderful. He smiled, said “Mama” and “Dada,” waved at us and laughed. We said goodnight knowing he still knows who we are.
My “Husband” was the lucky one at the slots. We said we would spend no more than $20 each. My $20 lasted an hour, so I was happy. I like being at the casino. Maybe that’s because I lived the sheltered country girl lifestyle, or maybe because I have a secret gambling addiction that only comes out at the casino. Who knows! My “Husband” was up $35 but then decided to keep going and we both walked away with nothing. The experience was worth it, we had fun!
To end the night, we caught the last showing of Black Panther! We redeemed our points so it was free, but we stupidly bought stale popcorn that we barely touched.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it. Honestly though, I loved it! I love that it ties African culture in with African American culture. I’m not sure how I feel about the hints of “my ancestors were enslaved so I want redemption” aspect, but that’s the privileged white girl talking. I obviously don’t know what I’m talking about even though my ancestors were tortured in residential schools. I’m over it, kinda-sorta-not-really. That’s a whole other can of worms.
All in all, Day 1 of 3 was fantastic! I slept in until 8:30am, my “Husband” until 9:30am, and we haven’t been screamed at by a toddler yet. It’s weird.