Have I mentioned that I’ve been solo-parenting for 8 days? And for most of the week before that, too? The Gorilla has been shooting another commercial and the kids and I have been kickin’ it jammie style for days. I’m obviously no stranger to the solo parent gig, but we deliberately spent our summer at the lake all together, and in just those few short months I got spoiled.
This time around, it took a few days for the kids and I to get our footing. We were lazier than usual, and also quieter. I’m a lot less rambunctious than my husband, so there was a lot of playing pretend and reading and coloring, and not so much pillow fighting or fort building or tickle fests. It’s sort of interesting to watch kids adapt to each parent, neither better nor worse, just instinctively how they play and love in the way we teach them, and how they teach us.
School doesn’t start for another two weeks, and since our summer began abruptly in early June, it feels like we’ve been in this season for a very long time. Still, I’m sweetly sad about Pirate starting preschool and the house being quiet for those hours every day. He’s never not been here his whole little life, I’m already feeling the pull of being without him during the day.
That’s ridiculous, of course. People who miss their kids during the school day are wimps. But the older my kids get, the more I enjoy them. I thought I was a baby person, until I birthed my own. Now I look back on both the years my children were infants and think those were the hardest months of my life. Hormones, recovery, fogginess, I didn’t do so well back then. I know a lot of moms are able to see that time as ethereal and beautiful - many women love the baby stage the best - but now that I’m more rested and less hormonal, I can see that I’m a better kid mom than I was a baby mom. At almost five and almost three, I am enjoying the kids so much right now.
Last night I took my friend Bethany to the MTV Video Music Awards. The Gorilla gets offered tickets every year, but he hates going to that sort of thing. I love it, and talk him into it, but this year he got a pass being out of town. I got to take a friend and we laughed and people-watched and on the drive home through downtown we talked about marriage and how it changes and waves.
When I got home I put on my sweatpants and warmed up the pizza that the babysitter and kids had eaten for dinner. I watched the replay of Beyonce at the VMAs, marveled a little at how good it looked on television, how fierce that woman is, and what a strange world it is that I could watch a performance twice in the space of an hour, once real and once on a screen, once in Spanx and once chewing cheese.
Life in Los Angeles is so rarely dull.