And So, Did the Night Away Help?

Heck yeah it helped!

I feel like a new person. Basically, it just came down to a lack of interruption. I had uninterrupted conversations with FireDad. I ate my meals completely uninterrupted. I slept for eight hours without interruption. My showers were long, hot and lacking in two year olds yanking open the curtain causing cold air to rush in and my teeth to chatter. Also, during my shower, the phone did not ring, the baby did not cry and the FedEx man did not deliver anything as is my normal showering experience. I think I might take a night away in a swanky hotel now and again simply to shower! (See photo at left for Sexy Shower.) And sleep! And eat cookies! And walk a bagillion steps. (My new phone has a pedometer!) I think even though I ate like a Queen all weekend I managed to lose some weight with all the walking!

It was just nice to be two instead of four or more. We laughed. We slept. We cuddled. And yes, of course, we talked entirely too much about the kids. We saw a crane from Market Square and talked about Cranky the Crane (that’s from Thomas for those of  you fortunate enough not to be subjected to hours upon hours of trains, trains, trains). We quoted lines from Cars. We called our belly buttons bebos. We danced like BigBrother. (I need to get this on video… him, not us!) But it was nice to just be “us” for a little while. As boring and dorky as we are. (For an example of dorky, see FireDad’s facial expression to your left. I posted this picture specifically to prove the point. And to embarrass him for continuously making dorky faces when I whip out the camera.) I like my Husband. That’s good, no? And yes, I called my Mom no less than four times which I thought was good but she made fun of me) and FireDad’s Mom twice.

How did the kids fair? Apparently FireDad and I are totally replaceable. Which is kind of sad. BigBrother only had one potty accident all weekend. (More on potty training later this week.) And LittleBrother had no problem with the bottles  and switched right back to nursing as soon as I got home without issue. No latch problems and no confusion. And while I sounded confident about my decision prior to leaving, I was nervous about this particular thing the closer we got to The Farm, before I knew that it would all be okay.

Today we slipped back into normal Very Busy Monday routines. I had an Ocean Liner Boatload of Work to complete and, at one point, BigBrother had an accident in his underwear just as LittleBrother puked on FireDad. Not to mention all of the laundry that needed catching up on, groceries that needed purchased and, oh, Muttaqin Diapers stocked today as did some Wii’s at Newegg.com. Let’s just say I’m pleased but FireDad is not. Such is life.

My anxiety is now at a tolerable level. I’m still on edge about certain aspects of my/our life right now but I also found time to breathe and laugh with the kids today. You know, between being peed and puked on. Ah, parenthood. It’s good.