I’d been dreading it for weeks. Nick’s birthday. See, Nick knows to ask me for something he wants during the busiest part of my day because I’ll shrug him off with a “Yea. Sure. Whatever.” This is how I agreed to not only go to an ACDC concert, but to stay at a hotel, AWAY FROM MY BABY, overnight. So, the day had arrived and after some excruciating anxiety (on my end) and much anticipation (on Nick’s end) we said goodbye to our seemingly unaware baby boy and Nick dragged me out for our first overnight trip in a year and a half. The trip to Kansas City consisted of me biting my nails and texting my mom (who just so happened to be babysitting P), while Nick, completely oblivious to my internal meltdown, jammed out to the latest ACDC record in a last minute effort ensure he knew EVERY SINGLE ACDC SONG EVER, which I’m certain he already did.
So, we arrive at the hotel and check in, and I go put on my rockstar outfit. Yes, of course I have a rockstar outfit. We’re a few minutes early, so we head over to the power and light district. Nick gets us a couple of beers and we settle in to watch KCDC (which isn’t a typo, but a cover band). The sun is still shining and it’s the perfect evening. A couple swigs of beer and the shrill of an electric guitar and just like that I feel my shoulders sinking, my jaw unclenching and my nails escaping my mouth. I look over at Nick and felt like it was the first time I’d seen him in years. We weren’t strangers passing each other in the hallway, rushing out the door. We weren’t talking about babies, bills or budgets. It was just us again. I had forgotten how much I missed our time together.
Seven-thirty rolls around and we head over to the concert. After fighting our way through the crowd and climbing over the unsteady seats, we settle in. The show starts. It’s amazing. Angus Young is especially amazing. Not for his obviously insane talent with a guitar, but the sheer satisfactory look on his face when he was performing. You could tell there was nowhere he’d rather be then right there on that stage. That was incredibly inspiring to me. We rocked out to every song (good thing we had our refresher in the car), we laughed, we drank, we had a great time. First overnight trip away from Parker Lee – successful.
Although it made for a slightly more sluggish Monday, our night on the town was refreshing and wonderful. And it leads me to believe that maybe, after all the baby stuff, work stuff, house stuff, and so on, maybe there is still room for me to be me. I thought I’d lost myself in all my newfound responsibilities and I thought that was acceptable. I always tell Nick “that girl is gone,” when he refers to “the old me.” But, this little trip made me realize that maybe she doesn’t have to go away. I always hoped that my kids would see me as more than “just a mom,” so I’m not sure at what point I deemed it acceptable to, putting it bluntly, be lame. All I know is that I’m forever grateful to have a husband that not only remembers that save-the-dolphins-gonna-be-famous-someday-free-love-hippie girl, but forces me to keep her alive.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Enough is Enough
Okay, I've been saying for months, years probably... I'm gonna write a blog. Yep, I'm gonna do it... just gotta find something to blog about first... tick tick tick.
Rather than wait on some miraculously profound event to occur in my life (which could arguably be the birth of my son 10 months ago), I've started this blog. And because I have no idea what is actually gonna spew out of my mouth and onto the screen, I'm going with the generic title - "gonna write a blog." I know, clever, right?
So, about me. As I mentioned above, I'm a new mommy, plus a new wifey, a full time Communications Coordinator for a nonprofit organization, an aspiring novelist, a sometimes health nut, a graphic design wannabe, and the list goes on... so whoever said I have nothing to blog about? Psshhh.
I realize I'm a little late jumping on the blog bandwagon, but better late than never is always my motto. And with the busy life I lead, I'm almost always guaranteed to be late.
Rather than wait on some miraculously profound event to occur in my life (which could arguably be the birth of my son 10 months ago), I've started this blog. And because I have no idea what is actually gonna spew out of my mouth and onto the screen, I'm going with the generic title - "gonna write a blog." I know, clever, right?
So, about me. As I mentioned above, I'm a new mommy, plus a new wifey, a full time Communications Coordinator for a nonprofit organization, an aspiring novelist, a sometimes health nut, a graphic design wannabe, and the list goes on... so whoever said I have nothing to blog about? Psshhh.
I realize I'm a little late jumping on the blog bandwagon, but better late than never is always my motto. And with the busy life I lead, I'm almost always guaranteed to be late.
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