Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed myself saying “I miss you” over and over and over to my Hubby. And he says it back (while also playfully imitating me in a high-pitched voice that’s supposed to sound like me). No, nobody’s traveling. No, nobody’s moved out. No, nobody’s been leaving the other one at home in an effort to get out of the house and go boozing at bars. But we have been “missing” each other when we’re home at the same time. Ah, the joys of being parents who forget that they’re lovers and tend to the baby before themselves.
So, we got vigilant the other day. Correction: we were given a bottle of Vigilance by a close friend congratulating us on our new home. This surprise couldn’t have been gifted at a better time. (I’m now convinced this friend is psychic.) If you look up the word “vigilance” online, you will find this meaning:
vig·i·lance/ Noun: The action or state of keeping careful watch for possible danger or difficulties.
Not only was this the most mild, crisp and smooth white wine I think I’ve had in a very long time, but busting it open last night after LadyP went to sleep (in an effort to help both of us to unwind the stress of the past few weeks) reminded me to be vigilant in my marriage no matter how many kids we might end up with in the future. Keeping a careful watch for looming dangers or difficulties in one’s relationships can be exhausting, but it is one of the keys to maintaining happiness within the personal chaos of life and motherhood. And, it often falls on the mommy to keep things in-check (but that’s ok… at least you have control over it!) Constantly feeling like I “missed” my spouse is a very dangerous danger if you ask me. So, we got vigilant with Vigilance. Wine on a Wednesday night was the quickest and most accessible solution to make us connect right then and there and not procrastinate connection for a planned ‘date night’ out… We talked, we laughed and we got a little loopy. All better now. The best part is I don’t miss him anymore.