It’s Friday night, and I can’t wait for my husband to come home from work. I’ve been home for about an hour, after already running some errands and picking up take out for dinner. Without kids, we are going to stay home tonight and watch a movie, have some dinner and wine, and some fun We will go to bed whenever we desire, and wake up after a full night of restful sleep. We will spend the rest of the weekend decompressing from a hard work week, although my husband will probably work a bit during the weekend too. Right now, the thought of having kids that would “ruin” our night and weekend together absolutely freaks me out.
If we had kids, instead of being excited to see my husband and to start our weekend together, I would be stressing about bathing, feeding, and putting them to bed. I wouldn’t even have the energy to greet my husband upon his arrival, let alone spend any quality time with him. I would be counting down the minutes until I could pass out in bed for a few precious hours before being awaken by a screaming child. I would be planning a weekend filled with birthday parties and play dates and mommy-and-me classes and trips to the park. Anything to keep them busy so I can try to breathe for a second.
Or would it be different? Would I be so happy that I am home from work for 2 days to spend with daddy and our kids? Would I be excited to take them to their little friend’s birthday party where they will get their faces painted and create memories to last a lifetime? Would I cherish every second I get to spend with my babies before I have to go back to work on Monday? Would we be having breakfast or lunch with our friends who have already been parents for a few years (we never really see them anymore now). Would I be proudly posting pictures of them on facebook and cherishing all the “cute” comments I get?
Who knows what I would be doing. What I do know is that I don’t think I would be as happy as I am right now…