My parents offered to turn their babysitting gig into a sleepover at their house last night. Both A and I were reluctant. Not because we thought he wouldn’t have fun, but because we have apparently become the type of parents who, in nearly three years, has never spent a night away from our kid. (We’ve both done some *very* limited travel for business, but we’ve never both been away at the same time.) But my parents convinced us that it would be a good dry run for the night we’re planning in the city for our anniversary.
It was weird coming home from dinner and a movie to an empty house. Weird not having to tiptoe and whisper in our open plan, hardwood-floored, small house. Weird to be able to open the closet to put my clothes away, instead of piling them on the bookshelf out of fear of waking him up.
Of course, we didn’t get to sleep in because the damned cat woke us up by knocking my bottle of lotion off the bedside table in a bid for attention at 6:30 a.m., but it was nice to to read the Sunday paper (okay, okay, the style section) in bed. Ultimately, though, I think we both felt lonely and aimless until we picked Gatito up at 9:00. It’s hard to remember what it is, exactly, we used to do on the weekends in our pre-Gatito years.
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I stopped thinking about the bag after a few days, so I guess I don’t want it that badly. Instead, I got my whole Fall wardrobe at my favorite new boutique (which only gives store credit for returns, incidentally). Three shirts, a wrap dress, a pair of work pants and a pair of jeans. I usually have such a hard time finding clothes I like that look good on me, but everything I bought is gorgeous and I can’t wait to wear it. I guarantee you I’ll get to wear it for quite some time. I can tell already that this is not the month.
That is so true, we haven’t done a night away yet, but we did finally go out for a few hours during the day, just the two of us. It was weird, to say the least. Fun, but weird.
It is good to take a break, so that you appreciate just how big of a part of your life they are.
I’m so sorry you are on the Conception Rollercoaster, I hope the ride ends soon and you begin the Pregnancy Hormones Runaway Train.
So, are you verifying that the statement is somewhat true that “you’ll wonder what you ever did before you had kids”? (Hmmph. I still don’t believe this entirely, but maybe eventually will see for myself…)
Drat! about this month, but, meanwhile, hurray for new clothes that make you look great! Sounds like some good finds.
We were the same way! And it was soooo weird and kind of unpleasant to come home to such a quiet house, and the next morning was fun in that we could eat breakfast without someone at our elbow the whole time, but just SAD. She’s been at my parents’ house overnight several times sine that first time, and she and her new brother had their first overnight in early August, but it is amazing how way toooooo quiet the house feels without these kids. I get so irritated with the constant noise and activity sometimes, but when they aren’t there I miss it from the depths of my heart and feel unsettled until I can get to my babies again.
(Happy anniversary, and best of luck in the quest for #2. It came easier to us the second time and I hope the same is true for you).