Thanks to our respite care, we have been getting out a lot more just the two of us these days. And it’s been amazing. Not that we’re having meaningful conversations every time we leave the house. The first time we went out this month, we went and drank beers for two hours with friends and hardly talked to each other. The second time we planned to see Harold and Kumar but balked at paying $23.50 for two tickets, especially when we don’t even like 3D. So instead we ate dinner at the grocery store and then went to a bar where we finished one beer and had a forty five minute teary conversation about the girls.
But last night we finally managed to get it right. We went to see a inter-league bout by our local roller derby team and then out to a late dinner. We were shaken out of our usual routine and spent dinner just chatting. It was the first time in a long time that it felt like us before we had kids. When we were just us.
The last few years with the girls have been more stressful than I could have imagined. They bring us so much joy but with that joy comes a lot of pressure. Sometimes it feels as it my husband and I are just trying to get through this, tagging each other out when necessary, and propping each other up when we need to. I thought it was enough that we weren’t turning on each other but last night reminded me that there’s more than that. That’s there is a a strength and connection between us that goes beyond parenthood.