Weekend Out

This weekend was a whirlwind for Casey and I, as we had some friends in from out of town for the weekend.   Friday night was a dinner cruise on a small private yacht that we chartered  with lots of laughs and wine.   Saturday we had a dinner party at our house with three other couples, and Sunday  the four of us  traipsed out to see the Kenny Chesney “Flip Flop Summer Tour” from the THIRD ROW CENTER.   (I have never done anything like that before, and it rocked.   We could see every bead of sweat, even almost hear him apart from the sound system.   It was amazing.)   Excited as I was about Kenny Chesney, though, I was jumping up and down like a teenager and squealing for Sugarland, who opened the show.   I am crazy about Jennifer Nettles, and that girl knows how to rock the stage.   She makes you have so much fun watching her, you start to believe that you could be a rock-star, too.

But there were two huge anomalies about the weekend: 1) We went to bed past midnight three nights in a row.   We are usually in bed by 10; and 2) Most of the festivities were sans our own little rock-star, who is usually the center of my daily universe.   Kenny was present for the first hour of our dinner party, but both Friday night and Sunday night, he was in the loving and expert care of my parents.   Half way through Kenny Chesney’s performance, I actually started going through withdrawl for my own little Kenny and it was all I could do not to call home to check on him.   Of course, at that point it was ten at night, and my parents were probably glad I didn’t ring their bell, not to mention that from the middle of the concert, neither of us would have heard anything, anyway.

For  two weekends in a row now, Casey and I have had non-stop fun, dates, concerts, dinners, and time with both each other and friends.   Long-over-due and much needed, don’t get me wrong, but I couldn’t help pining a bit for my sweet little guy.    Casey and I  did realize, though, that we need to just plan nights out and stick to them, because our time together is so precious, and the reality is that Kenny does just fine without us every once in a while.

The other thing I realized over the course of this weekend, through all the entertaining conversations we shared and cool friends we hung out with, was that I need to  be deliberate  about pursuing other facets of my brain.   The truth is, Kenny is almost two, not a little baby anymore, and I finally do have some time and some brain cells to start a hobby, or at least to read more, or practice a skill again.     He keeps me busy, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a different busy from when he was a baby.   And I don’t know when I’m having another one.   After two losses this year, and the roller-coaster hormones and emotions, I need to stretch myself and spend those precious nap hours doing more that vacuuming and laundry.   Even if only to dance a blue streak around my living room…