This weekend, Dan and I escaped to the big city (a whopping 25 miles away!) for an overnight date and oh man, you guys. It was just what we needed.
We are super lucky and my mom is almost always willing to watch the kids for us for a few hours, but this was the first time she was doing an overnight babysitting job with not just the girls, but the BABY. Who had a CRAP WEEK OF SLEEP last week! I was nervous for her. So nervous. I didn’t want him to torture her at 2am with his crib gymnastics and babbling because that’s just mean. She was doing such a nice thing for us! She didn’t deserve to get no sleep! (Spoiler alert: he slept 10+ hours for her without a peep. GOOD BOY.)
Back to our date. We started the date by seeing a movie in the afternoon. Anchorman 2, which was just as ridiculous and stupid and hilarious as we had hoped. Then we headed down to Pittsburgh and checked into our hotel room and then there was dinner and fancy clothes and delicious food and no kids and we could have conversations about things not involving other people’s digestive systems.
But of course the thing everyone is wondering about… and the answer is yes. Yes we did. WE SO TOTALLY DID AND IT WAS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER.
We slept. Ten glorious hours. Without interruption.
(Wait. What were YOU thinking about?)
It wasn’t a week-long cruise or anything (it’s going to be a few years before I’m brave enough to ask anyone to watch all of the kids for more than a night or two!) but it’s not something we’ve ever done before so it felt NEW and EXCITING and FRIVOLOUS.
The last few months in our house have been a bit chaotic. It’s nut enough with three small kids and school and work and the holidays, and we had some illness on top of all of that. I’ve been feeling frazzled and out of touch with Dan, and I’m pretty sure he’s been the same way. Our days sometimes feel like an unending merry-go-round of feeding and wiping small people and dealing with whining and breaking up fights and performing a million mundane tasks and by the time the kids are in bed, we don’t even want to LOOK at another human being, not even each other. I am touched out and talked out and just done. So we end up acting more like roommates than a married couple and that kind of stinks. I think we both realize that this phase is temporary so we slog through, day after day, thinking “Tomorrow I’ll make time for you!” and then it doesn’t happen. Taking a break from being Mommy and Daddy was much needed. Much needed and WONDERFUL.
Someday we will miss the kids and wish they were small again. We remind each other of this on the really hard, ridiculous days. But while we’re in this crazy part of our family life, it’s nice to be able to take a time out and remember that we really DO like each other and that’s probably why we ended up here in the first place :)