Monday, October 18, 2010
The On Again Off Again Romance
So, being a shameless opportunist, I thought, Maybe we can go out of town while she's gone! But then I thought, But what will we do with Bar Mitzvahzilla?
The next four weeks were a wild, rocky roller coaster, not knowing from one day to the next if our trip was on or off.
We couldn't go. After all, Bar Mitzvahzilla had to go to school each day. And football practice. And Hebrew High.
We could go. Bar Mitzvahzilla, it turned out, was on Fall Break the very same week as Daughter's trip. No school and we'd wiggle out of football practice and one session of Hebrew High.
We couldn't go. Who would keep him overnight?
We could go. My sister.
We couldn't go. My sister was moving and, just our luck, had moved forty miles from our house the day before we were leaving.
We could go. She'd meet us half way to get Bar Mitzvahzilla.
We couldn't go. Daughter started worrying about the trip. Her stomach started acting up.
We could go. Psychosomatic illness.
We couldn't go. Daughter, now crazed with separation anxiety, kept herself up half the night before her trip worrying about missing me. (Somehow she never worries about missing Husband.)
We could go. Planted her on a bunch of pillows on the floor next to my bed and let her watch me all night.
And we did go. We both saw her off at school, carefully, like delicate china, since by then we had non-refundable reservations at a hotel. Then Husband drove Bar Mitzvahzilla to the drop off point, dropped him off, and we took off like a flash.
The next day, rejuvenated, newly back in love, back in our halcyon days of honeymoon and romance, we drove back into town and met Daughter after her return from her trip. Within seconds our romance fled out the windows of the car. We became The Parents once again. Then we picked up Bar Mitzvahzilla so the two of them could bicker at each other. And then we were complete: one bickering couple in the front seat and another bickering in the back.
But there's still that memory. I can live on that for awhile.
Do you ever get away without kids? Do you have to plot and sneak to do it? Does getting away rejuvenate your relationship? What do you do about fighting kids? Any nervious children?