I'm sitting here at my parents' place, having driven here this morning to collect my child. It was different not having him around this week, but we did get a lot done (although I will admit that I have finally come to the conclusion that I have no artistic ability, whatsoever. It's no longer one of those things that "if I just try hard enough" I can come up with something respectable. Not even close.).
I think it was also really good for Murray and I to get a chance to reconnect, just the two of us. We went on a date for the first time since January 4, 2008. We may have gone out for dinner that night, but I know for sure that we ended it at the theatre watching Juno. Two days later instead of watching someone else have a baby I was having my own. And that was the end of any "dates" for Murray and I.
The first thing we did on our "date" (I don't know why I keep putting that in quotation marks, like it wasn't a real date or something) we went for a bike ride together. We don't have a bike trailer yet so it's something that either one of us can do at a time or not at all. So far this year the "not at all" option has been winning. I think it was probably my last bike ride for the year too; my belly keeps getting in the way.
Afterward we went out for a nice dinner and then headed to the theatre to watch The Hangover. Now I'd heard a lot of good things about this movie, but nothing that gave me any indication that it would be appropriate for the under 12 set. Yet there it was, about 20 minutes into the movie. The baby (!) in the row behind us started crying. I totally judged the baby's mother.
So we had our date, and then the work week started and I got a lot of painting done and now I get to bring my baby back home. It's time.
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