Last night, I went to my friend’s house to enjoy a child-free (for me), laughter-filled evening with lots of reminiscing and karaoke.
I went to my friend’s house to get a break from my day-to-day routine of having someone tugging on my clothing/hair/face, of dodging flying toys, and watching sports.
I went to my friend’s house to relax and do absolutely nothing.
Basically, I went to my friend’s house to forget – for at least two seconds – that I was a Mother.
But what did I actually do? I held her baby because I missed mine and I tidied up her kitchen because I felt guilty just sitting there enjoying myself.
It baffles my mind how well my husband and baby have me trained.