So much of my happiness these days depends on balance. I can take all of it, easily, if I know there's something else around the corner. I can wake up multiple times throughout the night if I know a break of eight-hour sleep is coming soon. I can stay in my house--I actually love, usually, being my homebody self--for as long as I need if I know that sometime in the near future I'll be doing something out of it. I can go weeks without something "fun," in the traditional sense, because I'm blessed--oh, so, so blessed--that I get opportunities often to live outside of my mom-dom for just a fleeting moment. (This is why I respect, admire, even revere stay-at-home moms as much as I do. For the families and the women who know that staying at home is the best option for their family, and who actually do it day in and day out, I applaud you. Now go take a bath with a glass of wine and a magazine.)
When Adelyn was first born, after we'd adjusted a bit, Jason and I decided that every week we'd take our own little vacations. Once a week I'd do something for myself, once a week he'd do something on his own, and once a week we'd do something together, sans adorable baby. Now all of this is contingent on the fact that we have the best grandparents and great grandparents in the world, because otherwise we couldn't afford to pay babysitters to indulge our little plan. Without grandparents who love spending time with Addy we'd be lucky to get out of the house, together, once every few weeks, if that.
Usually I'll have a friend or two over, and we drink wine and talk and watch reality shows about dancing and listen to Addy breathe over the monitor. Jason will go play guitar or to a friend's house. We try to go on a date once a weekend, too, but that's easier said than done and often gets put on the back-burner for chores and responsibilities that infiltrate our weekends.
Last night we got out together. We just bought a new car to replace my toy-box of a Hyundai, a rattling, stinking, high-school-mechanic-class-project of a car with expired tags. We bought a used Jeep. It's vintage and fun and it feels like an adventure to drive to the gas station. So we drove it all the way to Nashville with the doors off, letting the extreme heat and wind inside, my hair carefully put up to avoid serious whiplash. And then we ate sushi and went to a movie and I came home missing Addy.
Yes, both of the drinks are mine. I make no apologies. Mama needed a honey-basil martini and an Asahi beer to go with her non-spit up-covered outfit.
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How did you learn this so early????!!? Good for you!
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