I am the only person in my little circle of friends that has any kids. A Saturday night is no longer an event. It is no longer a time to wear new impractical shoes or have one too many martinis at a crowded restaurant. It is not paying for parking, checking my wrap and staying out until dawn. It is not what it was five years ago when I was dating my now husband. Saturdays are not social events, impromptu roadtrips to Toronto for the night or dinner parties. They are quiet nights. Peaceful nights. A time to rest and reconnect.
It is a night where my children get to splash in the tub, snuggle up with me or my husband and read stories and sing silly songs until I dim the lights and put on a bit of classical music. It is a night when, after my daughter drifts off, that I curl up on the couch with a snack and a good book and nurse my son to sleep while my husband reads next to me, occasionally sharing a good snipet of whatever he's reading. Sometimes there's a glass of wine, most often it's a steaming mug of tea or decaf with tons of milk. But now, a Saturday night is not a play or a new restaurant. It is just another night. And, when I sit back and listen to my baby's contented sighs and my husband rustling in the kitchen making us some tea, I reflect on how blessed I am to have my family.
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I LOVE Satruday nights. My DH works 2nd shift so it's one of the few nights we have togher as a family! Its amazing how kids change you!!
- steamtrain1003
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