Monday, August 10, 2015

The Blessed Break

Five Bauers traveled to central Arkansas last Tuesday, but only three returned...

No, it's not the start of an unfortunate mystery plot, it was time for a visit with the grandparents! The Bauer Boys enjoyed three sleepovers at Grammy and Poppy's place, and their parents enjoyed hanging out with the one kid who goes to bed at 7:30. She's also the only one whose bed is surrounded by high bars from which she cannot escape. Three kids down to one was pure bliss, but we took it a bit further Wednesday night, when Nora packed her bags to stay the night with my parents. I love my kids. I feel as though it's unnecessary to interject these words here, but just know that I do. Please remember that as I move forward.


It had been a little while since Jonathan and I enjoyed a date night after which we didn't have to go round up the troops {bless you, all four grandparents}. We caught a movie, we broke in the new Texarkana Steak N' Shake, and we tried really hard not to talk about our kids. On the windy road home, my husband drove too fast with the sunroof open as I counted stars and let the hot summer breeze blow my hair however it wanted.

I felt like myself. I didn't feel like someone's mom. I didn't feel like someone's caretaker. I didn't feel responsible. I didn't feel apprehensive. It was just me and the guy I slipped into love with a decade ago. I forget I'm not that carefree girl sometimes, and I think that's okay. I definitely have all the bells and whistles that come with being 31 years old, but beneath all that is a spirit that is wild and free. Believe me, I am aware that dinner-and-a-movie is not skipping town to lay down my life's savings in Vegas, but hanging in the thick August air was something different. It's nice not to be Mom every now and then.

It sounds like a cop out, but being an adult is tough sometimes. There are piles of responsibilities on top of worries on top of attempting to know what's around every corner. It sure is lovely to let go of that whenever possible. Date nights for the OG Bauer Bunch are rare, but necessary. How often do you get to check out of real life and away from the people who call you Mom? If you hesitated to answer that one, do yourself a favor and get the grandparents on the phone. I can pretty much guarantee you need it. 

Have a lovely Monday, y'all!

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1 comment:

Unknown said...

I love being a mom, but I also love when the kids spend a weekend with the grandparents. Sometimes it's hard to remember what life was like when it was just the Hubby and me. Kid-free time makes me fall in love all over with him, and I always get reminded why I fell in love with him in the first place.