Typical Saturday night.
It is shortly before 9:30 in the evening. I am currently parked in front of the television watching a hockey game. My husband-on a rare occasion during hockey season- sits on the couch trying to soothe lil man down. It isn't working to well, but the attempt is not going unnoticed. He is at the age where settling him down doesn't seem to be going well. Nor is it the easiest.
I look at my little family and it amazes me. Because not even two years ago, sitting in front of a television on a Saturday night, wasn't really an option. Not that Andy or myself had to be out all night, partying and living it up, But we did enjoy evenings out, movies, browsing through the bookstore and long walks through the local town centers. Especially during the off season, or when the Caps were away, and Andy didn't have to work. On nights like this we often thought it strange to come home before eleven.
I guess you couldn't blame us. After all we were living in a small two bedroom apartment, we could hear our neighbors say and do everything. And I mean everything, I suppose that means they heard everything we did and said as well, but I like to think perhaps they were deaf. We where also pretty much on top of each other. OK so we didn't mind that one to much. We were still early enough into our marriage that we enjoyed the closeness. And took every opportunity to do so. But even still we admitted it didn't leave a lot of space for either one of us .
So yes, we enjoyed getting out. We enjoyed not being home.
But as it often does, things change. We had a child, we bought a house. And now going out on a Saturday not only doesn't have the same appeal, but isn't always as easy as it once was. Going out means having to lug a stroller, a diaper bag. It means making sure we have baby food. And our time is determined not by our selves, but by a little person who has yet to learn how to walk. In fact, getting ready to go out now takes longer than the actual event. Half the time, we end up asking ourselves, is it even worth going out?
Lets not forget that we are new homeowners means our disposable income has pretty much been depleted. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a good window shopping from time to time. But eventually I am going to see something I want, and then what? It's not like I can just drop that sort of money as I once did.Until Uncle Sam sends his nice little check that is.
Which is why, sitting home on a Saturday night, with my husband and son seems to be the better option.
Two years ago, if you would to have asked me if I would be perfectly content with this. With staying home on a Saturday night, watching a hockey game on. I would have probably looked at you as though you were crazy. And now I find, there is nothing better than doing just that.
Nothing better at all.
I look at my little family and it amazes me. Because not even two years ago, sitting in front of a television on a Saturday night, wasn't really an option. Not that Andy or myself had to be out all night, partying and living it up, But we did enjoy evenings out, movies, browsing through the bookstore and long walks through the local town centers. Especially during the off season, or when the Caps were away, and Andy didn't have to work. On nights like this we often thought it strange to come home before eleven.
I guess you couldn't blame us. After all we were living in a small two bedroom apartment, we could hear our neighbors say and do everything. And I mean everything, I suppose that means they heard everything we did and said as well, but I like to think perhaps they were deaf. We where also pretty much on top of each other. OK so we didn't mind that one to much. We were still early enough into our marriage that we enjoyed the closeness. And took every opportunity to do so. But even still we admitted it didn't leave a lot of space for either one of us .
So yes, we enjoyed getting out. We enjoyed not being home.
But as it often does, things change. We had a child, we bought a house. And now going out on a Saturday not only doesn't have the same appeal, but isn't always as easy as it once was. Going out means having to lug a stroller, a diaper bag. It means making sure we have baby food. And our time is determined not by our selves, but by a little person who has yet to learn how to walk. In fact, getting ready to go out now takes longer than the actual event. Half the time, we end up asking ourselves, is it even worth going out?
Lets not forget that we are new homeowners means our disposable income has pretty much been depleted. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a good window shopping from time to time. But eventually I am going to see something I want, and then what? It's not like I can just drop that sort of money as I once did.Until Uncle Sam sends his nice little check that is.
Which is why, sitting home on a Saturday night, with my husband and son seems to be the better option.
Two years ago, if you would to have asked me if I would be perfectly content with this. With staying home on a Saturday night, watching a hockey game on. I would have probably looked at you as though you were crazy. And now I find, there is nothing better than doing just that.
Nothing better at all.