Winning with help

My weekend was AWESOME

I read back on my posts and realize that it’s very rare that I ever post that thought.

Sad.

Anyhoo, my mother and father came to visit this weekend. Why? Well, New Edition was in town and I planned MONTHS in advance so someone could be here so that C-Dub and I could go.  MONTHS.

So anyway, we left Pookah in the capable hands of my parents with explicit instructions from me( ummm yeah, my mother just gave me the look).  And off we went.

Luckily for us, the amphitheater was right around the corner from the house.  Literally: you come off of our street, make 4 lefts and we were there. 5 minutes people.  And we beat all of that traffic because we knew about the back entrance.

It was a BEAUTIFUL evening.

PERFECT weather.

I looked cute( if I say so myself)

He looked handsome. 🙂

We got off to a rocky start. Maybe because we just don’t get to spend any alone time anymore. And if we do, its a few rushed moments after putting the boy to sleep.

So, it’s hard you know to come back from weeks, no MONTHS of having hi and bye and dinner is on the table conversations.

So, we started out bickering a little as usual. But as the eveing went on, and the music played and we people watched and I saw a few other married couples with kids that we know, I got to thinking.

Other folks do this sort of thing all the time.

I mean, look at my friend:

She is a obstetrician.  She has two boys ( age 3 and 6).  She is on call one or two nights a week, works in the office and still manages to

• stay in shape
• look good
• and go out consistently with her husband

Now, I know for a fact that her parents are still in Lousianna. I know that his visit occasionally. So they are like me and C-Dub…they have no family help in the area. But they have managed, somehow to get a newtwork of folks togethter so that when it’s time for them to go out, they do it. She goes on girls trips, he goes on guys trips..they go on trips together…without the kids…

I realized that our life is not much different from theirs.  So why can they make it work and we can’t?

Hmmmm

Where there is a will there is a way.  Just like I plotted and planned for the night out with New Edition, why can’t I plot and plan out for an occaional night out? An occasional date night once a month at least where the child can eat, play and sleep with someone else?

I don’t know.

But Friday was one of the best date nights we have ever had. The music, the atmosphere, the conversation, the laughter.

I felt…normal….