The other day we were watching our show on Netflix, and I loved the smile on your face when you talked excitedly about one of the main characters and his houseboat.
“That’s cool!” You exclaimed. “When the kids move out we’re gonna get one of those, you and me. That would be awesome!”
“Yeah,” I answered. “That would be cool.”
Shortly after that, our show ended and we went about the busyness of putting kids to bed. That 40 minutes or so where we watch television together is about the extent of our alone time most days. That’s just the norm. That’s the phase of life we’re in right now.
We’re in a phase where living on a houseboat would be impossible. Aside from having zero storage capacity for the one zillion, unneeded toys that fill our current home, we’d never rest for fear of youngsters toppling off into the cool drink during that 65 seconds of alone time we each manage to squeeze in the bathroom 3-5 times a week.
We’re in a phase where we’re always tired, and we’ll try to stay up late to spend quiet time together, but most nights we nod off simultaneously from opposite sides of the room. It’s that place in life where you wanna feel sexy, but that seems to take more energy than you’re sure you want to muster. It’s that place where sometimes you just settle for comfortable silence in the same room cause that’s really all you’ve been craving the whole day long.
We’re in a phase where our children take the majority of our energies. And I know you love it as much as I do. But I’m tired. You’re tired. We’re worn thin. Somedays I think we’re both just holding on tight to this wild ride we’re on. We catch kisses along the way, hold hands happily and smile at the quirky, cute things they do, but we also trudge through a lot of days salivating over the thought of bedtime. Just to do it over again the next day. And the days start to blend together, rushing by so quick.
You’ll mention to me, “the baby’s getting big!”