If you’ve been married for a while, have kids, and find most days spent biding your time between reluctantly waking up and finally putting your kids to sleep, then you can appreciate that romantic gestures don’t come up as often as we’d all like. But today I got one. A romantic gesture in a post-kid world.
“Go take a nice relaxing shower. We’re going to cook you dinner. Here’s a glass of wine.”
With great risk, I took the time to snap these photos before grabbing the wine and running. I did take a relaxing shower. And I sipped wine as I indulged in my amazing smelling, expensive body lotion that comes in a twist top jar that’s all too time consuming to use on a daily basis. I sipped wine as I applied an extra moisturizing, skin smoothing, age defying facial mask and opted for the good yoga pants. Afterall, my husband deserved it.
With swagger I returned downstairs expecting sighs of contentment as my husband and children beheld my new, clean, relaxed, age-defied demeanor.
Instead, I found my kids running around a living room obstacle course made from the furniture and every couch cushion, which were strewn everywhere on the floor, some in stacks of up to five for daredevil dives and inevitable rug burn. I found Woody Woodpecker on in the background at a volume to be heard over the daredevil leaping. And I found my husband excited to pass off the half-cooked meal to me. (In his defense, he wanted to go outside to clear the driveway of the considerable snow that’s kept us sequestered all day.) So, I found myself charged with taking over dinner- an involved recipe he selected because he wanted to cook- right at the point that involved puff pastry and careful direction reading.
Soon jasmine lotion scent was replaced with my usual parfum of onions and dish sponge. But at least I didn’t get my good yoga pants dirty.
Like my good friend Bethany, from Bad Parenting Moments fame, says, “Romance isn’t dead, just mortally wounded.”