It is 10:19 p.m. and I just got home. I went out on the town, sans wife or child. I did it all by myself. I have an art show up in town and I went to the opening.
Why is that important enough to write about? Well, it has been cold or really rainy here for the last several days. M and I have been stuck indoors and both seem like a break from each other would be nice. He, in the depths of toddler-dom, has taken to reciting ‘no’ as if his life depends on it. This happens regardless if he actually wants to do or have the thing I ask him about: “Do you want crackers?” “No.”; “Would you like to go to gymnastics today?” “No.”; “Would you like a puppy or a kitten?” “No.” And so on and so on.
Today, when he was flipping over and over as I tried in vein to put on his nap-time diaper, I thought I might lose my mind. Then it hit me: We are bored. We do lots of thing together, but are both completely lost when we don’t get quality time with the sun. (He must have gotten that from me.)
So, today’s art opening helped to quell the boredom for me and gave me a much needed respite from parenting. I really needed that today.