Monday, July 2, 2012

Threesome

By the time a baby is actually home with the parents, it's a big adjustment in some ways, but they're usually pretty ready for it. They've had nine months to plan, prepare, get advice (wanted and unwanted) stock up, and so on.

Then, you get a couple of years into this parenting gig and realize you've become part of a threesome. (Assuming you've still only got one kid.) And it's weird being part of a threesome. No one really prepares you for it.

Now, you've got this other person living in your house, wandering all over the place, making demands, getting into your stuff. You have to plan meals with and for and around them. Sometimes you have to cook things you have never and will never eat. You have to find things to do with them, things you might or might not even enjoy. I mean, parks are great and all, but every day? Even when it's 90+ degrees outside, or under 50 degrees with a cold wind? Not to mention playing all the silly games and singing all the silly songs until you're ready to shove something in your ears to make it stop.

All of this has to be worked into whatever groove you and your spouse already had going. Or, if you haven't been together all that long, the groove you hoped to have.

It's crazy. And cool. Or at least, we think it's cool. Because now we know just how boring our groove was until Noah came along.

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