What, a weekend?  What a weekend! Husband and I had roughly 24 hours without Boychild this weekend, and it was many things: restful, anxiety-provoking, and fun. Let me explain.

It was restful because I wasn’t awoken to “Mammaa. Mammaaa! Mammaaaaa! Wanna GET OUT.” Boychild wakes at 4:45, or 5am, but must stay in bed ‘til his cloud alarm lights up at 5:30. He doesn’t like this. He perhaps feels it’s unfair. Recently, our little sneaky-pants started lying about things to get us to rescue him before the cloud lights up. This morning he told us he had a kitty in his crib. He did not. Sometimes he fibs that he lost nighttime puppy. He has not.

It’s fair to say that having a child has really impacted my beauty sleep. But I had 24 hours to get 12 hours sleep, and it rocked my world. I sweat ta gawd I look like I’m 32 again. 

The anxiety-provoking part of having a day off from being a parent is what to do with your time. You want to carpe the sh!t out of that diem. You have so little time and you should spend it doing something fun and meaningful- something that you and your partner have been waiting to do for a while. 

So what do two grown people do when their only child is out of the house for a long stretch of time and they’re alone and still in love? What do you think we do? 

We CLEAN! 

Well, yeah. We cleaned. We cleaned lustily, heartily. We got into crevices and crags and crannies. I even hit my head of the bathtub in my excited efforts to eradicate all toilet grime. I’m sporting a nice bruise today as a result.

But we also listened to music at top volume and dropped a whole buncha full-voiced f-bombs whenever we felt like it, because we had the HOUSE TO OURSELVES!!!! I swear I saw Husband slide into the living room to the opening riffs of “Old Time Rock-n-Roll” wearing only socks and undies. It was like our parents left for the weekend and we were teens again! Teens who clean!

Side note: Boychild really hates the music we play. He hates dad’s yacht rock and he hates my ambient, fancy-hotel-sounding electronica, so he just marches over to the speakers and turns them off. Everyone’s a critic. 

We also watched a movie that was rated R and we didn’t even need to turn on the subtitles because, again, we turned the volume all the way up! I had lots of wine and leftovers and a half a KitKat and some chips and I didn’t go to bed until 10pm. It was glorious. Oh, and I also looked at pictures of BoyChild because I missed him. 

The next day, I woke up at 10am. TEN AY EM! Then I had coffee in bed while my husband cleaned the floors. So, so sexy. I got to hang some artwork and go through my jewelry and wash myself and the bathroom and all the blankets. It’s funny how quickly time passes when you don’t have a little guy around asking you to do something for him every second. It’s like a day passes in 5 minutes. It was a great 24 hours, but I did miss our adorable dude quite a bit. When he came back, I just couldn’t kiss his little face enough. It was like a piece of me had returned. I truly relished my time apart to just be a non-mom-type person, but I am so glad he’s back to squeeze and snuggle and give airplane rides to. Now when does he leave again?