We ate dinner last night at 7:30; scallops and a quinoa salad with roasted brussel sprouts, pine nuts, dried cranberries, and scallions. It was glorious. We have a home-cooked meal 6 nights out of the week and I make an effort to try a new recipe for at least 3 of those meals. As I was eating, my future flashed before me and this is what I saw: Taco Bell bags on the kitchen counter, laptop bags in the entry way, shoes in the middle of the living room, dog toys and baby toys in every room (most indistinguishable), and me with an infant in one arm and a seven-layer burrito in the opposite hand. It wasn’t pretty.
Seriously though, what will become of this yuppie lifestyle we’ve spent the past five years building?
Our typical work-week evening sees me going straight from work to the gym. I’m a regular at the 5:30 cardio classes. I get home around 6:45. Adam is home by that time on most evenings and is out walking the dog. Sometimes he’s started dinner, but most often not.
I give my hands a quick wash and pull out the ingredients I need to make dinner. I catch the end of NBC Nightly News and chop, sauté, and season my way to something edible.
Adam and the dog saunter in and within 30 minutes of me being home, dinner is on the table. From there, we eat, chat, and clean-up. By 9:00 or so, I’m showered and catching up on our recorded TV shows. By 10:30, it’s lights out.
I just don’t see how a baby is going to fit into that schedule. Or, maybe I should say, I just don’t see how working out, cooking dinner, and watching TV is going to fit into the baby’s schedule. I’m going to be one of those people I judge. You know…the ones who write into the advice column of a magazine. “Dear Dr. Botts, with a full-time job, a baby, and a house to keep up with, I just can’t find the time to workout or eat healthy. What do you recommend?”
I suddenly see how it can be hard to get a home-cooked meal on the table, fit in 45 minutes of exercise and keep a perfectly maintained home.
Looking back on my own childhood, I don’t know how my mom did it. She made motherhood and running a household look so easy; she never seemed to be teetering on the edge of insanity. She volunteered at my school and ran a Girl Scout troop all while working as a full-time nurse and helping my dad run his own business.
You know, I never really took the time to think of the lifestyle she and my dad gave up to make sure my brother and I were happy and healthy children. How many people actually do though?
Our baby is never going to know us as the ‘yuppie’ couple. We’re always going to be mom and dad. My wish for this baby is that he or she knows us as the most fabulous mom and dad who loved him or her more than anything, and wants nothing more in the whole world than for he or she to be happy.