May 13, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
Last night was one of the best nights I’ve ever had in my life.
Fancy dinner? Nope. But I made homemade spaghetti sauce.
Dressed up to go out? Nope. Yoga pants and hair in a pony tail.
Special guests? Nope. Hanging with kids and dogs in the yard.
So what made it so special?
I was in an awesome mood. I worked out, got tons done around the house, felt accomplished. Sweet.
The husband walked in the house with a smile on his face. And ate his dinner with a smile on his face. And continued the evening with a smile on his face. And cut the grass with a smile on his face. Of course, he always smiles when he cuts grass, since that’s all he wants to do for the rest of his life. Forrest Gump much?
Bugaboo came home and had a near-perfect day. And only escaped a handful of times and only got nekkid once. In front of the neighbors. The new ones. WINNING!
Bug Boy came home almost crying but after shredding tons of old bills was happy and sing-songy and listened well and went to bed when told. Whoa. Shredding is now our new sensory therapy. Who knew that three hours of shredding paper would turn YOU’RE THE WORST MOMMY IN THE WHOLE WORLD to I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, MOM!
The dogs were all happy, playing in the yard, no barking. The bark control thingy I bought yesterday may or may not have had something to do with that, yo.
And when the kids were in bed, The Guy I Live With and I sat on our patio in the twilight, chatting and laughing and enjoying each other. Then we went inside and…ahem…enjoyed each other.
Last night felt so normal. So absosmurfly normal. That ONE NIGHT erases twenty bad ones. Twenty nights when I’m in tears at the end of the night because my house is a disaster and everything I did was undone in five minutes. It erases the nights The Guy I Live With and I argue and I go to bed feeling isolated and he sleeps on the couch. It erases the nights that Bugaboo doesn’t sleep (or gets up vomiting rice, one of the two). It erases the nights I feel like Bug Boy and I are miles apart because I can’t reach him and he wants to be away from me.
Nights last night are the ones I think about when the other nights are so difficult. Nights like last night are the ones that make me realize that we’re going to make it and we’ll be okay.
I love nights like last night.