The title of this post reminds me of my old life waiting up all night for partner comments on contract markups that just had to get out the door. In my new normal, last night I got home in time to kiss the kids for bed, grab a bottle of wine and meet up with some other Moms of Twins for Book Club.*
After getting home at 9:45 pm I decided to catch up with Husband - I've had a few early meetings at work so we hadn't seen much of each other. That lead to another glass of definitely unnecessary wine and lots of Husband-Wife conversations.
Conversations including work ideas, kid stories/nature/personalities, home projects, moving (when? what town?), paying for college**. We stayed up until 12:30 am talking.
Sure, I'm exhausted today (and okay I have a headache too). But having the occasional spontaneously talking-for-many-hours night with my spouse feels nice, connecting, hopeful***.
*In a valiant attempt to "have a life" I joined a Book Club - my house is frankly too small/disorganized to host but I did pick a book (Andy Cohen's Most Talkative) and I always contributed wine.
**My co-worker told me yesterday that her son (at a private college that is definitely not an ivy) that she and her husband are paying $59,000 a year for his room, board and tuition. Let that sink in. Image that multiplied by increases and 3 kids.
***Well, except that paying for college part. Hard to be hopeful there.
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