Actually, at first when I asked him to take a picture, this is what he took. He was very pleased with himself.
Which leads me, as always, to a point. I chose to feature cocktails in this blog because they symbolize something to me: the rare freedom to explore something for the simple reason that I enjoy it. It's not something I had much opportunity to do over the past 15 years. Other than the swill we all drank in college, I didn't expand much beyond beer and wine until after my marriage ended. Long, leisurely, gourmet dinners with creative libations weren't my ex's thing. Camping in the rain after a day of tramping around looking for birds was more his thing. We tended to do his thing instead of my thing. I think that's why I started ordering cocktails at restaurants after we split - it felt so luxurious, such a tangible departure from the person who, if she'd done the same thing while married, would have gotten this face:
A lot of women, especially moms, feel guilty about pushing our own agendas and doing something just because it's what we want to do, regardless of what anyone else wants. We spend a lot of time taking care of other people, especially while our children are tiny. It's easy to get lost in the blur and give up so much of ourselves that we lose who we are. My big mistake was that I didn't insist on sometimes having what I wanted.
Obviously, I'm not advocating widescale selfishness and hedonism. I'm just saying that what we want is important, too, and most fathers are rarely asked to sacrifice their priorities to the same extent as most mothers. If you don't ask for what you want, you're not going to get it, and then you're going to be pissed off and resentful, and then you'll lose your damn mind. Don't let it come to that.
As to the weekend with McDreamy, it was lovely. It was amazing to reconnect, and we had a wonderful time. Ahem.
|Worth the trip.|