Alight, so you are going to hate me. Hell, I'd hate me too if I wasn't me. But I am me, and I'm going to share something that will make any parent who is not me jealous. Ready?.....
I got to have a night out. Not just any night out where I had to come home at 3 am and deal with kids in the morning either. It was a full night out, complete with a hotel room SANS KIDS!!!!.....
..... and it was as awesome as you can fantasize. J and I fell asleep with big smiles on our faces knowing we didn't have to worry about being rudely awakened from our slumber by a crying infant or someone who didn't make it to the potty in time and needed a change of clothes (and sheets). We woke up at 8:30 in the morning, looked at the clock, looked at each other, and rolled back over and passed out again in pure bliss. We didn't get up until 10:30 and that was only because we knew if we passed back out again we may miss our hotel check out time.
For the first time in over 3 years (roughly 1095 days, give or take a month) we had a night out. yes, I am taking advantage of my mom finally living close by enough to watch over the kiddos during the weekend. Although she is practically shooing us out of the house too, offering to pay for a hotel just to get us out. I heart my mom. And already I am fantasizing about our next night out. I don't know when it will be, but I plan on trying to make this a little bit more regular. Maybe twice a year! Oh wow that would be so awesome!!!! I'm mentally drooling at the thought!
There were no crumbs in the bed, left over from kids deciding to come "cuddle you" in our bed. There were no squeaky toys hiding under the covers to scare the crap out of me as I tossed in my sleep. There were plenty of covers and pillows to go around without having to fight for that corner of quilt.
And the silence. I now understand the saying "Silence is Golden". I felt it. There was no moniter playing radio music just loud enough to be an annoying buzz in my ear as I tried to both sleep and listen for any rustlings of the baby. There was no pounding of kids feet above my head as they rushed to the bathroom, sounding just like a herd of pachyderms racing through our second floor. There was no hushed giggling at 4 in the morning as one boy tried to shine a book light in the eyes of his brother trying to wake him up (this happened last night by the way and I am seriously reconsidering that book light Xavier got as a Christmas gift.) None of that. Just J and I, in a cozy bed, with the shades closed to keep out the sunlight, and the sandman whacking us upside the head putting us into a blissful, uninterrupted slumber.
Man I forgot how good a decent nights sleep feels! of course, now that I had a taste of it, I want more. A lot more.