When you have kids, you find that you’re willing to be tired from staying up too late because you’re always tired. You grab moments of sanity and down time after kids are tucked into bed or finally fall asleep. You pick up a book, zone out in front of the TV, start or finish a sewing project, laugh with your partner, knowing that the next morning, your late night will be cause for an extra cup of coffee.
Last night Meg hosted a clothing and housewares swap. If you’ve never been to one, just go ahead and organize it. It involves everyone bringing over items they no longer need, such as clothing, dishes, etc. and letting the free-for-all of taking what you want home. The host takes everything not nabbed to a local thrift store afterwards. There’s always wine and beer, and lucky for us, the most amazing rhubarb custard pie and chocolate pie, because Meg is some sort of extraterrestrial goddess-mom.
Fortunately, Elizabeth picked me up and could fit the large steamer trunk, filled with eight bags of clothes no longer needed, along with a few “give up the dream” pieces of clothing from my pre-pregnancy days.
I drank wine, ate pie and laughed with other moms about our kids, tantrums, stretch marks and everything under the sun.
I was home by 10:30 p.m. But that part of me that needed a little extra spark was re-lit.