Fun with the Hubs

I’ve always been told that to be the best parent you can, you also have to nurture yourself and your own relationships. This totally makes sense, but it isn’t always easy in practice.

In between us working, cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, finding missing toys, teaching letters, chasing the baby, patiently administering positive discipline tactics, and happily hanging out as a family, the hubs and I barely have time to sleep and eat ourselves, much less hold a meaningful conversation or go on a date.

But when the grandparents stepped in and insisted that the two of us go out of town for one night (the first time since Case was born almost fifteen months ago), we hesitantly agreed. Further, with the help of Murhphy’s Law, both boys acquired ear infections two days before we were to leave.

If we hadn’t already bought concert tickets and reserved a hotel, I was ready to back out. After a couple of days of antibiotics, however, the boys were hyper and happy, and the grandparents were waiting with toys and attention galore.

So we went. And boy, are we glad. In the chaos of life, I often view my man as an amazing dad and a hard-working, dedicated principal, but I forget that he’s also a loving, respectful, and fun husband. Our little weekend getaway reminded me of that in so many ways.

Without babies to get in car seats, doors were opened for me. Without “The Grand Ol’ Duke of York” or “The Farmer in the Dell” blasting through the speakers, we listened to our own music. We ate at a nice restaurant where a squealing baby would not have been eyed favorably, and we saw our favorite band, the one we saw on one of our first date over seven years ago. We even slept in (until 7:30!).

Granted, we were both certainly ready to get home to our sweet boys, but the trip was so nice because it reminded us why we fell in love in the first place and why we’ve decided to travel through this crazy journey of life…together.