This weekend the hubster and I went to a wedding in West Chester. Since, the hubster and I have not been on a formal date in over two years we decided to get very fancy. I had my nails done, and then went to get my hair professionally styled. I felt like Audrey Hepburn. I had my hair done in a classic french twist, and with my large sunglasses and cocktail dress I felt like I walked right out of the 60's.
We had a great time. I was able to hold a conversation with adults, I drank beer before 7 pm, and mingled with new people. I sat down at a table with a table cloth and was able to eat my food slowly with a knife and fork. I even danced.
It was a 12 hour vacation, and it was amazing. I am so burnt out... that something that normal young people do every weekend feels as romantic as my honeymoon.
My mom took care of my boys while we enjoyed a little sanity. We slept over her house, and when I woke up in the morning I found my mother on the sofa with Watts my two year... he was lounging on the sofa watching the TV with a bottle hanging out of his mouth, my mom could barely move and managed to croak out that my son had woke up at 3 am with enough energy to last the whole day.
She was absolutely drained.
There was an article in the New York Times about childless couples. It's becoming all the rage. Kids... are exhausting. They are like puppies that never grow up into that perfect dog. It never ends. I suppose it's different for those parents that dump their kids off at day care, or have a nanny. That would be nice... but then what was the point of having kids? The article was about couples not having children... are happier without kids.
Looking like a lady that just walked out of a movie from the 60's I strolled hand in hand with my husband down some beautiful streets in West Chester, the weather was perfect... a little old lady came hobbling towards us, stopped, and said "You look beautiful, you both look beautiful" My first thought was, Oh good I don't look like a slut.
If only she knew that just a few hours earlier, I was covered in chewed banana, changing two diapers at the same time, running around trying to feed my chickens, horses and cat, and loading up my truck with a stock pile of juice, milk, crackers, clothes, cribs, and electronics.... getting out of the driveway was a challenge that would dwindle the energy out of a 20 year old athlete.
The old lady didn't know that... and at that moment I had forgotten it all... was swept up in the romance of looking beautiful, feeling fresh, and strolling casually with not a care in the world with my partner in life. It was the best vacation I have ever taken, even if it was only for a few short hours. Times Magazine... some days I agree, somedays I don't.
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