Leaving a Wonder of the World
My husband and I just got back from our 10th Anniversary trip. We went to West Baden Springs in Frenchlick, Indiana. It was like stepping back in time. The resort was built in 1902 and was completely renovated in 2002. They kept as much original stuff as they could, including the trolley car and tracks from 1930. We rode that trolley four times! Who doesn't like a trolley ride?
The glass rotunda in the atrium of the hotel was the largest one in the WORLD until the Huston Astrodome was built. It's breathtakingly gorgeous. There were Greek statues, velvet chaise lounges, leather couches, fireplaces and everything you could want.
We started at the bar, then had dinner. We went out to the veranda to see the sunset and we checked out the library. Everywhere we turned gave as something beautiful to see. The next day, we had breakfast in the dining room, went to the spa for massages and then headed to the casino at the older resort a mile away. We had dinner there, too. I swam at the spa pool this morning and my husband had to drag me from the building kicking and screaming. Well, not really, but I was screaming on the inside. I think a tear or two escaped as we drove away. I'm in love with this place.
We drove the two and a half hours to my parents' house, picked up our boys and headed home. We told the boys about our adventures and they told us about theirs. I missed them. I really did. However, it didn't take long for me to want to send them outside when we got home. They're loud and excited and running around and bumping into me and stepping on my feel and, and, and...
Deep breath. Reentry is hard. I haven't had to take care of anyone for a few days. In fact, other people took care of me! I looked at my boys as if they should have suddenly become completely self-reliant while I was away. I needed to look again.
They missed us. They couldn't wait to get home. They couldn't wait to see their friends. They didn't do anything bad. They were being kids. I was used to very polite older people. Man, they were quiet and they did not invade our privacy at all. SO NICE! Well, my kids don't really care about my privacy or comfort. They care about their own. They turn in their chairs and bump into me and accidentally kick me under the table. They run too fast in front of me when I have my hands full. They jump and yell and laugh very loudly. They're young. It's okay. I just need to get used to them again!
The glass rotunda in the atrium of the hotel was the largest one in the WORLD until the Huston Astrodome was built. It's breathtakingly gorgeous. There were Greek statues, velvet chaise lounges, leather couches, fireplaces and everything you could want.
We started at the bar, then had dinner. We went out to the veranda to see the sunset and we checked out the library. Everywhere we turned gave as something beautiful to see. The next day, we had breakfast in the dining room, went to the spa for massages and then headed to the casino at the older resort a mile away. We had dinner there, too. I swam at the spa pool this morning and my husband had to drag me from the building kicking and screaming. Well, not really, but I was screaming on the inside. I think a tear or two escaped as we drove away. I'm in love with this place.
We drove the two and a half hours to my parents' house, picked up our boys and headed home. We told the boys about our adventures and they told us about theirs. I missed them. I really did. However, it didn't take long for me to want to send them outside when we got home. They're loud and excited and running around and bumping into me and stepping on my feel and, and, and...
Deep breath. Reentry is hard. I haven't had to take care of anyone for a few days. In fact, other people took care of me! I looked at my boys as if they should have suddenly become completely self-reliant while I was away. I needed to look again.
They missed us. They couldn't wait to get home. They couldn't wait to see their friends. They didn't do anything bad. They were being kids. I was used to very polite older people. Man, they were quiet and they did not invade our privacy at all. SO NICE! Well, my kids don't really care about my privacy or comfort. They care about their own. They turn in their chairs and bump into me and accidentally kick me under the table. They run too fast in front of me when I have my hands full. They jump and yell and laugh very loudly. They're young. It's okay. I just need to get used to them again!
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