Editor’s Note: I’ve missed you, internet. Apologies for the delay in posting this.
When you have a baby, you stop expecting things or taking them for granted.
Do you know how much I’ve come to appreciate an uninterrupted shower? A shower at all, really. And brushing my teeth before 2pm. And eating a full meal (interruptions or not). And shopping without a huge stroller. Or running into Dunkin Donuts to quickly grab a coffee without a huge stroller.
These things really just become unimportant, almost overnight, when you have a baby. Everything. Revolves. Around. Baby.
As I have said before, I wouldn’t have it any other way (un-brushed teeth and all), so don’t think I’m complaining. It’s just reality.
And when Aidan is off learning Turkish with Grandma Turkey, the next most important thing to take care of is my marriage. Time alone with the hubs is yet another thing you stop taking for granted.
So between baby and husband, it’s pretty easy to see how quickly time alone, with just yourself and whatever you choose to do, becomes the least of your priorities. Hell, getting a blog in often requires an investment in the form of lost sleep (hence the delay on this one).
So as my birthday approached this year, I didn’t really have any expectations. Life is busy. And it’s a great life.
For the entirety of February 22nd, I was seriously spoiled rotten. Not just more than a mom should be, but more than a non-mom should be, too.
I dropped Aidan off with G-Turkey, went shopping, started decorating O’s man-cave (in manly fashion, and only because he already told me what he wanted), and got a mani-pedi. I felt guilty about the mani-pedi, but O insisted. And he got many, many points for doing so. It was fantastically, mind-numbingly relaxing.
Thennnn, he took me to the melting pot, where we over-indulged, and I had a few delicious adult beverages. It was romantic, I felt special, and we were dressed up. See?
After dinner, we picked up our baby, who I missed since he was away all day. It was such a good day. I still can’t believe how much me-time I had, and how relaxing it was. It was totally unexpected. All in all, my first birthday as a mommy rocked.
Once again, Ozgur has set the bar high for next year. And if all my birthdays are relaxing like this one, getting older won’t be depressing at all.