It may be kids, it may be other things, but Saturday nights used to be about wine, and waiting for a table and eating something that costs too much. And then drinking too much and having a hangover at the pool all the next day. And before kids, I remember loafing around on a pool chair, hoping someone would suggest a cooler filled with beer. And Sunday nights were for eating something bad for me, and wishing Monday wouldn't ever come. But for a while now, those Saturdays have been anything but. They've been about chasing kids, staying close to little sarah, shouting WALK! many times. Buying snacks at the snack bar, throwing the ball with the kids in the pool, packing and unpacking all the day's necessities. Then having to get all the wet towels into the washer, and making sure the exhausted (exhaulted) ones are fed a decent dinner, and then entertaining them until bedtime. Luckily the pool is one of the great equalizers in the world of kids, and they can't hold up at nighttime after a day at the pool. So usually, usually bedtimes are easy and early. But some day, I hope that there's a dinner prepared for me on Saturday night. One that i'll get to either pay too much for, or one that someone has put some love into preparing, with me in mind. And I hope on that Saturday night, there's wine and drinks and real adult conversation. That would be interesting. That would be refreshing. And by the way, I love taking the girls to the pool. I love teaching Sarah to swim. I love the other parents being both totally afraid that sarah's about to drown yet amazed by her determinedness. And i love that when they realize she's not drowning, they tell their little kids to "watch sarah, she can swim". I love my whole day at the pool, and it's totally satisfying. I just need a few selfish moments to remind myself that I'm a man, and an adult, and adults should have adult fun too. I love kid fun. But I used to love adult fun too. Someday, I'll be Saturday night.
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