It is Sunday. The best day of the week. It used to be the worst day of the week for me. John is always gone. Everyone else is always at home with their families, so I can't really get together with friends. Everything, and I mean everything, closes early. The gym childcare closes. The library closes. The entire world shuts down so everyone can be at home with their families. But not us. No. We are usually going bonkers and I'm ready to gouge my own eyes out by 5 p.m. on Sunday.
I did something about it.
I hired a weekly babysitter. Every Sunday afternoon/evening. If John is around, we have her come in the evening while we go out. If he isn't, I have her come in the afternoon.
Best. Thing. EVAHHHHHH. I just smile all day on Sunday because I know I am getting some free time later that day. I can put up with anything on a Sunday. Becca doesn't want to nap? Fine! Great! Let's play outside! When the sitter arrives, I want to just hug her and squeeze her the minute she walks in the door. But, instead I grab my purse and run the hell out of here for FREEEEEEDOM!
But, then I get in the car, and pull the diapers out my purse, and think, "Now what?" I can't ever decide what to do . Having that much freedom almost paralyzes me. One week I went to Outback Steak House and clipped coupons in a bar booth while eating a giant plate of cheese/bacon/ranch french fries. I looked like a fuh-reak and I couldn't have been happier. With my scissors. And my newspaper. By myself. At Outback. God.
Last week John arrived home right as the sitter arrived. So, we went out to eat and then to the bowling alley. But, even the freaking bowling alley closes early on Sunday. And apparently, it costs a bajillion dollars just to bowl one game. We did squeeze one quick game in, then handed over all our money. (WTF? Didn't it used to cost, like, a dollar? I think it is probably cheaper for high schoolers to do drugs now than to go bowling.)
So, we left. It was only 8 p.m.
Becca wouldn't have even been in bed yet. There was NO WAY we were going home before she went to bed. But we couldn't think of anything to do. So we went to Walgreens and bought some M&Ms.
Then we went home. At 8:20. Because why pay a sitter all the rest of your money (that the bowling alley didn't take) when both your kids are in bed asleep?
Tonight John is coming home right when the sitter arrives again. So, we're going to a wine bar and to see Adventureland. My goal is to stay out past 9 p.m. Ahhhh....living the dream.