And...we all survived

About a month ago, Lance got a call to attend the Delta Country Jam in Tunica, MS.

 

This is all fine & dandy, but they also invited his spouse.  For 2 nights.  3 days. 

That's me.  Over here.  The one that's NEVER left her child overnight, not once, in 3 1/2 years.

 

I gave him the look.  He knows the look.  He can see my nerves without me even muttering a word.  He assured me that everything would be ok, that we'd have fun, Easton would be fine, it's best to do this the first time before little sister arrives.  Yada, yada, yada.

 

While all these are very logical and reasonable explinations I kept trying to talk myself out of it, convince myself we really wouldn't go, that something would fall through, etc. 

 

Well, the time came and went.  As did we.  We did it.  I did it.

I left my boy for a little over 48 hours and everyone survived.

And maybe even had a little fun in the process.

 

I left a fun little surprise for him and a sheet of instructions for while we were away

 

We left Friday mid-day and drove to Tunica.

We stopped along the way for lunch, at Popeyes Chicken.

Seriously, a nice weekend away and he picks Popeyes Chicken?

We made it to the hotel with enough time to unload, freshen up and head out to the concert.

{{Thompson Square}}

 

 

We cut the concerts short and headed back to the Gold Strike for a little gambling.

I don't think any money was won that night, but I was so confused during Three Card Poker I wouldn't have known anyways!

 

Saturday morning, we made our way to the Waffle House.

$24 breakfast buffet at the hotel was NOT going to happen.

I have no place to put $24 worth of food these days.

So, we both ate for $19.  Thrifty. 

 

We had a work lunch at the hotel and then had some more time to gamble.

I headed back up to the room to rest while Lance played Poker.

It felt so strange to crawl up in that King Size bed in the middle of the day, with no one needing anything from me.

I almost felt sick, it felt so strange.

After a big nap we headed back to the final night of concerts.

 

Tim McGraw was the closing act for the night!

I was THIS CLOSE to getting a meet & greet pass, but no such luck.

After seeing my picture with Kellie Pickler I'm glad I didn't see Tim.

Let's just say, the ASOS dress I was wearing was NOT flattering and I looked like a bus.

 

We headed back home Sunday afternoon to a napping Easton.

He had a big time with Uncle Matt & Lauren!

They played Putt Putt, made cupcakes, painted a pumpkin, did some crafts I left, ate Mexican & McDonalds, played outside, watched movies and stayed up late.

Completely spoiled rotten, as he should have been.

 

Monday morning, we woke to the same 'Daddy?!?!?' that he yells every morning.

Lance got up and brought him to our bed.

I was somewhat asleep but rolled over after he whipered "Hey Mommy".

As I rolled over, he pulled out his ra-ra and kissed me right in the mouth.

In his sweet little morning sleepy voice, he looked deep into my eyes and said "I love you Mommy".

I assured him that I loved him too.

We layed there a minute and he said "that was because I missed you for Mississippi".

 

This child.

So sensitive.  So tender.  So sweet.

He's such an old soul in a little boy's body.

Always knowing the right thing to say.

My little boy. The ONE that made me a mommy.

 

It's so good to be HOME.