Things have been crazy-bananas busy for Wes and I lately, so we decided earlier this week that it was high time we scheduled a date and got the heck outta Dodge for some much-needed relaxation and reconnecting. We lined up childcare, picked a restaurant, and then waited.
We were scheduled to leave the house at 6:30, so at 6 I sat Aidan down for some dinner. He kept telling me he wasn’t hungry, and a few minutes later I found out why: He was sick. In fact, he was sick all over his dinner plate.
Wes and I looked at each other and sighed. He called our babysitter and canceled, I hoisted the very sad toddler upstairs for a quick bath.
It’s worth noting here that I was in full hair and makeup. It took me an hour to do my hair and makeup, all so I could clean vomit off the floor. Yay me!
An hour later, both kids were in bed and Wes and I were sitting down with some pizza. Even though I kind of wanted to cry (I kept looking at the clock thinking, “We could be eating appetizers from Wild Ginger right now!”), the pizza was tasty and it was pretty nice to just sit there on the couch together eating dinner in peace.
It reminded me of how Wes and I used to sit on the couch and eat dinner together every night for four years before Aidan was born. At the time, it didn’t seem like much of an indulgence.
Now, though, it’s a pretty cool treat. I am endlessly amused by how parenthood continues to re-shape my perceptions and assumptions. It’ll be pretty cool to see how many things I’ll look back on fondly that, at the time, I barely spared a second thought for.