We went out. We ate. He drank. We laughed. I never took my mind off of the boy. We decided that we'd been gone long enough and decided to come home.
The boy normally goes to bed between 8 and 8:30. When we arrived at home at 9:30, he was still in the babysitter's arms with a tear in his eye.
It was hard to be gone tonight. I think it was good for all of us, though.
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I sometimes wonder how I would function as a parent. Am I too selfish to make it work? Could I give up the little social life I have?
I then (not to sound mean, but it will probably come out that way), want to say to all the parents out there who don't really have a lot of time for themselves anymore, that...well, you made a choice. Live with it.
That did sound kind of harsh, didn't it? I know that most parents (hopefully) gladly give up their "own" time to experience the joy of raising their child. Sadly, a lot of them don't. I believe there's a lot of resentment once it's too late. I'm not saying that about you; just as a general observation. I'm sure the pros of raising a child and having that bond; greatly outweigh the cons of social lives that become drastically altered.
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