This year has been…full. I intended to use Lent to create more space. I am failing quite miserably. Last week I was suffocating in the onslaught of tasks I crammed into our schedule, trying to force our way out of the jungle of applications and trainings and general adulthood minutia that has engulfed 2015 thus far. A futile attempt at an impossible goal.
Then there was a moment last Friday morning, on the way to the fifth doctor’s visit of the week, when I realized I wasn’t filled with dread. I was relaxed. I was in a clearing. There was still a dense forest of stuff waiting on the other end of the weekend, but for the better part of a couple days all I had to do was spend an uninterrupted afternoon playing with Leila, enjoy a happy hour with my husband, take in a rare evening with my brothers, savor some sushi, eat birthday cake, delight in a family walk and watch a little HBO. Not to mention the sunshine.
I’d already passed the clearing by the time I woke up this morning. The sky was gray. The schedule was full. I was not looking forward to it. We got through it, and I made it to yoga, I started setting up our haft-seen, we watched some John Oliver and I got a little mini-clearing to bask in, just enough to recoup a bit before tomorrow’s trek.
Ever since our date at the MFAH, Ben and I have been talking about taking Leila to enjoy the Soto exhibit. It kept not happening, so finally, after dinner last Thursday we whisked ourselves into the car and over to the MFAH so we could finally enjoy some Soto on the last free Thursday of the exhibit. It was amazing.
MFAH from Saba Blanding on Vimeo.
We’re planning on making a Thursday evening family date to the MFAH a thing.
These are the things I learned from my 48-hour trip without husband or babe in tow.
- One back pack. That is all I took. One little bitty back pack.
- When I have a toddler with me, I feel compelled to at least try to look like I’m not tired/dirty/frumpy/flustered when I am out in public. Without a child, I felt completely free to be the grungy person I truly am. No make-up. No coordinating outfit even. My sister said I looked like a bag lady. Yes, I was that passenger. (Interestingly, I didn’t sweat, almost at all.)
- The passengers around me looked like a mélange of reality TV castoffs. Is this a Delta Airlines thing?
- I was a bit frustrated to realize I had this uninterrupted time, and the iPod wasn’t charged and I didn’t have a book I really wanted to read. That was ridiculous. I easily slept through the entire flight.
- Always bring a pump. Unless milking yourself in the hotel shower is your idea of a good time.
- Debris in the road is ubiquitous, at least when my sister and I are I the car.
- Delta is a terrible horrible airline. Our flight was bumped for “mechanical difficulties” (i.e. not enough passengers). Not the type of thing that an engorged lady that misses her baby like crazy is going to be chill about. If you know you will not have enough people to make the flight profitable then DO NOT BOOK THE FLIGHT IN THE FIRST PLACE. The absolute least they could do is at least send an email before people leave their family early, spend a night in a hotel and wake up in the middle of the night for a flight that was never going to happen. But apparently the least Delta could do was nothing.
- In other news, I am the absolute worst version of myself when I have to fly any carrier other than Southwest.
- Thankfully, I am not the worst version of myself when a not-great-person goes straight in a turn only lane and hits my dad’s car when we are minutes from my house. I wanted to scream. Instead I stepped out the car and waited for Ben and Leila to come pick me up because I could not wait another second to just get home.
- It appears that travelling with a toddler is less stressful.