Apr 19, 2009 14:23
Honestly? I'd run away for the week with Nick. It's not possible. He has responsibilities at the clinic, and we have Richie to take care of. There are days when I fantasize about it though. I pretend we don't have family or career obligations, and are free to simply take off to whatever place catches our eyes. The first weekend we took off together we made it an adventure. There was one bag packed between us, and we showed up at the airport with no flight reservations. The first plane out to a place that seemed fun was the one we bought last minute tickets for.
I miss that kind of spontaneity. Things change when you're a parent. Not that he had a lot of time for free weekends when I met him. The doctor thing is a pain in the ass. Yes, I know, he's doing great work. He's saving lives, and he's doing it because he wants to make a difference in the world. Most days I'm proud of him. Then there are days when I want to scream at him that I don't care what happened at the clinic, and can't we just not discuss why I spent an hour picking cheerios out of my hair?
It's the trade off though. My friends are finishing up college, and not sure what to do next. Spend the summer in Europe or Asia? Try for a job, or consider grad school? I haven't gone back to college. I say I will, but honestly until Richie is old enough for preschool it's just not going to happen. So, yeah, no consequences? I'd be in an airport with my husband debating which outgoing flight looks the most interesting. Instead, I'm going to make the best of his Sunday off and get some shopping done while he hangs with the kid.