By Laura Parvey-Connors
Downtime. It’s what I have wanted. It’s what I have dreamed about for two years. A mommy vacation — no responsibilities, no obligations, no dirty diapers. Time to reconnect with me. To sleep in. To sit by the pool. To decompress.
Last Friday, I boarded a plane to Vegas for a girls getaway. A party to celebrate some 30th birthdays. Three nights with no husband, dog, or child. Seven women in a city that never sleeps. The irony. I couldn’t sleep.
I wanted to sleep. I wanted to sleep in until 10:00 am and take cat naps on by the pool. But, my mind and body wouldn’t do it. I’d lay there and will myself to relax. I would tell myself to stay in bed until at least 8:00. But, my internal clock wouldn’t let me. As soon as the alarm clock clicked to 6:30, I was wide awake.
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