Sunday Funday. To my sisters and cousins this means a day where you wake up (probably hung over), find a fun restaurant or bar, and indulge in greasy foods and more drinks to make the head ache go away and the fun continue. The day usually continues with hours on the couch, watching movies, eating more, and eventually, showering. This used to be the Sunday Funday my husband and I enjoyed. We had a life of no responsibility and no sense of time. It didn't matter if you would feel horrible at work on Monday, you could come home and veg and go to bed early. Sunday Funday with Brody is a little different. This made me think, does domestication and babies mean that you can’t have your own version of Sunday Funday? I don’t think so.
Our Sunday started off with a surprise visitor in our bed. Brody woke up around 6:00am but wasn’t full ready to get up yet so my husband brought him in our room where the three of us snuggled and dozed in and out for another two hours. We finally woke up around 8 (this is practically sleeping in) and went downstairs for play time and breakfast. We were meeting friends in Baltimore for brunch around noon so after coffee, we went to get dressed and ready to go. Brody loves brunch, happy hour, anything involving food and a cocktail or two. Yes, we ate omelets and had mimosas but now the drinks aren’t sipped solely to erase the hangover headaches. On our way home, we stopped at the Under Armor outlet to pick up some new running pants for me and a pair of golf shorts for the hubby. Brody likes to browse but he’s still too little for this label. Now, we’re home and my boys are lounging on the couch watching golf as I sip another mimosa. Who said having kids brings your life to a standstill?
I have a client who, through my entire pregnancy, would tell me how my life is now over and forget the fun, the girls nights out and the date nights with my husband. This man has four children. Sometimes he scared me but other times I thought, that isn’t going to be my life. I began to think it was sad how negative he sounded. Of course I knew my life was going to change, but there are more smiles than tears with this change.
Let’s get serious…I am not the mom who could just forget that there is an outside world or who consumes all conversation with bottle babble. Yes, I love my son and yes, things have changed but that doesn’t mean the fun is over. A new fun is just starting. Maybe my Sunday Funday didn’t start off with a hangover but it did include a cocktail or two, a good meal, some me time, and the company of two extremely good looking men. Not too shabby.
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