Ever go through times when it seems everyone lets you down? Everyone you count on, everyone you quasi-count on?
Tonight, after much planning, I was all set to go out for my anniversary. We’d planned to go to a day spa for a massage and a facial (he and I, respectively)…so scrumptious and wonderful, since I haven’t had a facial and been pampered in so long.
In fact–when I was I pregnant with first and the double second–I had a sweet deal that I could get facials once a month. I know if I went now, it would be deserved and fine but I can never set aside the time, my old favorite spa in Hoboken closed, my babysitter time covers my “office time”…blah blah blah…so now it’s been so long that I’ve been considering another pregnancy IF ONLY for the facials.
Anywho, all set for it, facial and then a nice dinner and then even being home early, watching tv, cosy reading a book, aaah. And, to top it all off, my former nanny was coming to sit–so didn’t have to worry about the kids AND they were so super excited to see her.
At 5 as we got ready to go through my head flitted “I wonder if [nanny] remembers?”. I had after all set this up two weeks ago. Wait for it…
No she didn’t. We called at quarter past, she’d forgotten, I called the spa (crying) and luckily they waived their 48 hour cancellation policy for ME–hubby raced off for massage while I got to spend MORE time with the kids. We cleaned and tidied and then he called from the spa…we went off to meet him for dinner.
So we’re at dinner–all of us–and I’m thinking I LOVE these kids. I do. It’s not their fault it’s my anniversary and I wanted a night of quiet and tranquil and no shouting (ie, when we told one twin to use her whisper voice at the restaurant, and she looked at us, SCREAMED “AAH” LOUDER THAN EVER BEFORE IN HER LIFE, and the whole restaurant NO JOKE quieted for a moment till some guy turned and jokingly yelled “I CAN’T HEAR YOU” at her, difusing tension, sort of–well, that’s the kind of “no shouting” I was aiming for). Anyway, we’re all together, and it’s family, and isn’t that what it’s all about? Or is it about a party in the next room so our dinner takes over an hour to get to us? Why yes, of course that’s what happens.
It is what it is, I thought. Just gotta let it go and roll with it. I can’t get wrapped up in what would have been a great relaxing night. This is nice too.
The girls were as good as could be, the restaurant (since it was late!!) cleared out so it was only us, to annoy ourselves, we ate, we came home, we got ‘em up to bed an hour late sans bath night two (stinkers)–and as I was showing Emma one of her Christmas books that she was excited to read (she’s like a department store, gearing up 3 months early) she says “I like you like this, not all yelling.”
So BAM. I am feeling so let down by so many people I know. And I guess it all goes back to making sure I don’t let her down.
And that’s why for me motherhood is “fitting in work and life where you can” like the premise of this blog says. And maybe if I can just work on not letting her down, maybe that’s enough.
Though I wouldn’t mind a facial.