The good ol' days. September 2012.
I take back everything I said last week about wishing for inclement weather. With a baby, being forced to stay in isn't all that fun! Obviously a hurricane barreled down on Boston yesterday which gave us no choice but to stay inside. All day. And, by 3PM, Alice and I were both totally over everything to do with our apartment and I was cursing Sandy's name.
Usually Alice and I get out of the house once but more like twice a day. Walk around the reservoir. Quick trip to the grocery store. Out for a run. Even on those days when I am feeling reclusive and don't feel like getting out... if I needed to, I could. Yesterday? As the wind whipped and the rain came down sideways, Sandy's threatening potential closed everything in our neighborhood. So in we stayed.
And crazy we went.
We sang songs. Played games. Alice sort of napped. I did a closet purge. We baked cookies. And roasted curried cauliflower. Made baby food. We sang more songs. Played with toys in other rooms besides hers. Alice sort of napped again. And, as we neared dinnertime, I am pretty sure Alice was sick of seeing my face.
I've realized getting out of our apartment, whether for a long or short period, gives both of us a break from each other. Alice sits quietly in her stroller, taking in the world around her while I sort through whatever may be going on in my brain. She gets her alone time. I get mine. And then we arrive back to our apartment ready to hang out with each other again.
But neither of us got that alone time yesterday.
I tried giving her some time by herself in her room but she lasted only five or so minutes before squawking for my return. It must be something about the constantly changing scenery or the fresh air while in the stroller that keeps her attention more than a box of toys and the four walls of her room.
So here's to hoping Sandy's stormy weather is long gone today. Alice and I need to get out of our apartment! Not only for our mental health, of course, but also because we are totally out of coffee and beer! I know, I know. Crisis, right?!
Get me outta this place, Mom!