I’ve got a date this morning.
We are going to the zoo with a bunch of other moms and babies. The weather is perfect and it sounds like a dream. No one to chase around. No one to argue with about what to see or when to leave. No dirty shoes or drippy ice cream cones. I just push a stroller and talk to my friends? Glorious.
Yet I have an ache in my stomach.
I feel like a cheater.
The Nut loves the zoo. Like, seriously. It’s the first time I’ve been without her. I have a feeling she’d be very upset if she found out.
And even though it’s work to take her, it’s our place. We’ve been together for four years now and I’m just used to doing kid stuff with her.
This summer she began camp full time (9-4) and her days won’t be getting any shorter in the future. Pie and I are going to have our own experiences now and that’s the way it should be. But there’s still something about it that hurts a little bit.
Another turn of the tide, I suppose. Sniff.