Brendan just left with Ingrid for a two night camping excursion. I am here with Otis, and I could not be more excited! Since Otis is teething and therefore not sleeping, I just didn't want to deal with that in a tent with the whole family not getting sleep. And Brendan's parents are out there already, so they'd be bothered, not to mention anyone in earshot of a screaming baby...It's just best we stay home.
When I told Brendan my thoughts on this, he agreed, but said he'd like it if I could change my mind. I have to admit, even if Otis weren't teething, the idea of having the house to myself with only Otis is rather charming. He's sleeping right now and I don't have a three year old tugging at me to color or play or put on a Clifford DVD. I never get time to myself (and look how myself is me and a baby! I'm not even really alone, just more alone than usual!) so staying home just sounded so appealing.
I even went so far as to say this could be a new tradition in the making--Brendan's parents go to the same campground every year the week after Labor Day, so Brendan could take the kids for the weekend and go camping with his family while Mama stays home! He looked appalled at that idea. "I don't want this to be a tradition! I want to go camping as a family!"
That got me thinking--am I just selfish? My mom always relished any time alone, and now that I'm a SAHM I can see why. The days are a constant barrage of wants, needs, cries, messes, laundry, and dishes. From 6am until the blessed 7pm bedtime there is chaos. Most of the time I'm okay with that, but a weekend, a whole three days, without it?? Count me in!
But it's not just that. I love the idea of Brendan spending time alone with the kids. It happens far too rarely. I am one to jump in the car and take a six hour road trip by myself with the kids, spending a week or so with my mom or friends, but he doesn't do that. I spend tons of time alone with them, but other than a couple hours at the zoo, he does not. I never did anything with my dad, ever. I cannot remember one single time we hung out just the two of us, or even just him and the kids. Scratch that--my mom worked a New Year's Eve in 1984 or so, he had us that night. All I can remember, honest to god.
So the idea of being alone is awesome, but the idea of Brendan having Ingrid this weekend, making memories that just the two of them share, is even better! Because I'm with the kids all day long, they tend to cling to me. I think they need time with good ol' dad to see he's in charge, too. And that he's fun!
So, they packed up the car and left an hour or so ago and I put Otis down for a nap. I am sitting here drinking coffee, on the computer, making a list of things to get done this weekend. And the house is silent. And I am loving it.
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