#IMomSoHard by Kristin Hensley & Jen Smedley

Author:Kristin Hensley & Jen Smedley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperOne
Published: 2019-04-01T23:00:00+00:00

I Hit the Town (And Am in Bed by 9:30 P.M.) So Hard

Every women’s magazine contains the same three articles in each issue: (1) “Feel Guilty for Not Eating More Kale!,” (2) “Tired? Scientific Breakthrough Says You Should Try Sleeping More!,” and (3) “The No-Fail Solution to Any Problem in Your Relationship: DATE NIGHT.” As much as we hate to admit it, they may be onto something with that last one. Do you know how hard it is to have a conversation when kids are around? It’s like you’re on a merry-go-round and your partner is waiting in line and you just get to shout a single unintelligible word every time you pass by. Date night lets you get off the ride for a minute. When you sit down across from your partner, you remember that there was a reason you chose to yoke yourself to them for all eternity. Talking like that is such a good reminder that you’re not just a mom. You’re also a person and a partner and someone with interests not featured on the Cartoon Network who can use words with more than two syllables. Occasionally. (See?)

Make no mistake, you will still talk mostly about the kids, but once you’ve had a couple of vodka tonics, it feels like a warm bonding activity that will bring you closer together—Look what we made!—instead of like running the triage unit at a level 4 trauma center: What have we done???

KRISTIN

My husband and I have tried to go on more dates now that the kids are a little bit older, and the last three ended in an argument and we came home early. Date night feels forced, and nobody can choose a restaurant. Or you do the same ol’ same ol’, and that makes you feel bad ’cause you wonder, Are we boring? It’s also hard to just downshift and go on a date. Dating, in general, sucks. Why would it be any better with someone you married? In fact, it’s worse now because when he bites down on his fork and can’t remember to wear a clean shirt, you can’t ghost him—you have to go home with him for eternity. Obviously, time together as a couple is very important, and I love when my husband and I are connecting and having a good time. But mostly that comes with a spontaneous “Hey, wanna grab a beer? Can you see if the babysitter can stay an extra hour?” And then it’s just us. And I overlook the fork thing.

Anyway, it had been a while since my husband and I had gone on a date—a real date, you know, where you wear pants and you don’t bring the kids along. His birthday was coming up, so I picked up my phone to make a dinner reservation at a grown-up restaurant—the kind where they don’t give you crayons but they do give you a separate fork for dessert—when I thought, Screw it. WE’RE GOING TO VEGAS! I know, I am the world’s most incredible wife! I deserve an award—or at least a decent participation medal.

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