Saturday, September 20, 2008

Jonesin’ for Joel, a.k.a. Why I Love Tresa

When Joel was only a few weeks old, my best girlfriend at the time really wanted us to go out for some Girl Time. It seemed Society was on her side … after all, if you don’t have a weekly date night with your husband right after having a baby, you are headed for Divorce Court (yeah, right).

Once my friend and I made it to a restaurant, I was as fidgety as a crack addict, just knowing Joel was probably crying. Even if he wasn’t crying, I missed him desperately. I had 30 years of Girl Time; why couldn’t my good friends come to my house to hang out or why couldn’t I take my baby with me? It’s not like he’d interrupt conversation, plus my boob always did the trick quickly to quiet him.

Fast forward 7 years. Aron got me a $100 gift certificate to a nice restaurant so I could get out of the house with a friend for some of that Girl Time. I picked Tresa, and we started trying to figure out when we could go. I started getting worried about Aron now taking on FOUR kids alone, including a baby.

As if reading my mind, Tresa said to bring baby Eva since it would make me more relaxed and I could stay longer. I don’t worry about the boys; they are pretty self-sufficient and are actually (sadly) growing away from their old mom. Callie, at 3 1/2, still loves to spend time with her dad without me.

Eva may fall asleep, which would be great. If not, she’ll hang out in a high chair or on my lap, sampling some wildly expensive food and dessert, munching her Cheerios.

We’re going to enjoy a gluttonous feast TONIGHT. I can’t wait for my girl time with my family/friend Tresa AND my daughter. Female conversation with the cousin of my husband, fellow blogger/writer and all-around cool chick while holding my Eva while my wonderful husband takes care of my other 3 kids … to me, this is pretty much as good as it gets.

1 comment:

  1. I think we might be tied in our excitement about our date tonight :D


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