It’s been a while. A long while. For this evening, we traded 2 feedings, 4 burpings, a couple soiled diapers and some paddy cake for a singer/songwriter prancing around in leather pants. Yes it was a blast to the past (circa 1988) to jam out with none other than Jon Bon Jovi. Thanks again to Grandpa for assuming the parenting duties for the night. His homework list was about 20 activities deep, starting with measuring out the bottle, finishing with tying the straight jacket, aka swaddle. I told him to use rope if she started to break lose; Ash did not find this funny. We did make it out of the house on time, no tearful goodbye's. No pressing hands against the window to symbolize unity while apart. Just a "see you in 5 hours".
Enter concert. The loud music was consuming, but in this moment we realized that even a trip downtown to hear Bad Medicine cannot fully relieve you of parenting feelings. LB is always on your mind no matter how loud “Tommy used to work on the docks…Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, It's tough…so tough” rings through the arena. So even though we can look forward to these mini vacations, it never feels truly fulfilling when you are missing a key ingredient in your entrée.
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