I adore my children. I love them to pieces and I wouldn’t change a thing. That said – being a stay-at-home mom, or any mom for that matter, can be physically and emotionally exhausting. I crave adult conversations after a full day of never-ending “whys” from my boy and the adorable but constant babble from my toddler. Sometimes I want to be able to “miss” them so I can appreciate them all the more while recharging myself as well.
Wiley and I started our own little tradition of sneaking off to Downtown L.A. every few months for 24 hours to just enjoy being a carefree couple again. No bedtime routines, no cartwheel kicks to the face at midnight, no 2:00am bottles, no 6:00am wake up calls.
We always do the same thing – drive straight to KazuNori. I discovered this tiny little hand roll sushi bar spot on our first trip and it’s been our favorite lunch spot ever since.
After we’ve stuffed ourselves with hand rolls, salmon sashimi, beer and sake, we head over to the JW Marriot at L.A. Live to check-in, unpack and unwind. It takes us less than 15 minutes to put everything away, throw on some white robes, grab a glass of champagne and jump in bed for some much-needed “veg out” time.
Sometimes we spend the whole afternoon just watching movies and snuggling, sometimes we jump in the pool, but we always end up at Bestia for dinner. Their food is heavenly and their cocktails are proper – the best drink I ever had was when I was feeling adventurous at Bestia and I told the bar tender to “surprise me” (but forgot to ask the name of like a total fool). Their Mussels and Clams are out of this world, their Gorgonzola and Kale pizza is delish, and their Uni (Sea Urchin) Pasta is one of the most amazing pastas I’ve ever had (which I usually box up and eat as my second dinner back at the hotel).
The next morning we indulge ourselves with a breakfast feast in bed courtesy of room service. Wiley likes the Lox Bagel while I’m a sucker for poached eggs on sourdough toast, potatoes, English tea, and orange juice. After that we make our way home feeling refreshed, in love, and missing our kids. Once we’re through the front door, the madness begins. We usually come back to some sort of fort set up in the living room and the kids running wild, naked, and covered in marker that looks more like war paint and screaming some sort of war cry. Thank goodness for breaks!