My life before being married was fairly predictable. In fact, my morning routine might have been scheduled down to the minute with how truly routine it was. Get up, take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, do my hair, brush teeth, and out the door. Then my days at work were all pretty much the same. My evenings were also predictable, with slight variations.
However, I met and fell in love with a fairly spontaneous guy who likes surprises and spur of the moment plans. So, when we got married, my little routines made some slight adjustments. We would make last minute outings and plan little weekend trips away. But, for the most part, my love of consistency went unchallenged.
Then I became a parent.
And now I have no schedule.
That in itself is hard enough, but the part that has surprised me most is how much I miss the spontaneous things. Having a little guy in tow prevents many spontaneous events. Things have to be well thought out. Diapers packed, naps and bedtime planned for, and extra changes of clothes brought along–or bad things might happen.
But even my best attempts at planning can often end up in “live, learn, and laugh” situations. You know, those events that you go through, flying by the seat of your pants, just hoping it will end before anything really bad happens. Yeah, we’ve had a few of those.
Visiting someone’s house, only to have your baby pee on their bedding. Pushing naps/bedtime too much and having an extremely cranky kiddo for the next few hours. Diaper changing situations that are just unbelievable and unexplainable. But, this weekend takes the cake.
We tried to pull a spontaneous Saturday afternoon out in the Lincoln Park neighborhood of Chicago. We hit terrible traffic going in and decided instead of trying to head back home in just an hour or two, why not grab a hotel and spend the night? We made a quick purchase for all of the stuff we would need to make an overnight possible and settled in for the evening. But Parker would have none of it.
To make a long story short–we did not sleep at all that night. Apparently 6 month olds are aware enough of their surroundings to be upset by them, but not enough to get used to them and be OK. So, not such a great plan after all. Of course it is easy to laugh about now, but let’s just say we won’t be doing anything like that again any time soon!
The craziest part about being a parent? No matter what happens, you are still absolutely in love. It helps that they are so darn cute.