It’s 4 AM and we just returned home from a Vegas turnaround — with our kids. To go to a rock concert — with our kids. And you know what? It was the best time ever.
It wasn’t long ago that a trip like this was completely out of the question. We were parents of little ones homebound by virtue of nap times, feeding schedules, and our own exhaustion. Going out required careful planning, patience, and of course, a sense of humor. We did it, sure, but it wasn’t always fun. Somewhere between potty accidents, public meltdowns, and lost lovies, our world became very small.
We’d venture out only for short periods of time. We’d keep things local. We’d plan for the worst and hope for the best, dreaming of a day when it no longer needed to be this way. Eventually, that day came, but we were too comfortable to notice. We’d settled into a vanilla brand of togetherness focused on convenient family fun, but when we learned The Killers would be performing at the grand opening of the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas, we threw caution to the wind somewhere along I-15. [read more…]