The majority of my days are spent playing make believe and trying to keep my little ones happily fed and entertained. I am Faith's biggest fan at her "concerts" while Connor clings to me expecting telepathic recognition of his grunts. Some days are struggles: we whine, we fight, we cry. Other days are awesome: we share, we laugh, we nap. I am fortunate to have them in daycare a few days a week, so I do get plenty of "me time." It's a happy balance between lovin' my kids and keepin' my sanity. 
Last night, however, I spent a rare evening moonlighting as a full-fledged adult. Twelfth Night at the Peabody Estate in Oakbrook? Food, wine and outdoor theater? Yes, please.
My recent forms of entertainment have been narrowed to annoyingly sweaty trips to the zoo, tiresome outings to the children's museum and cranky backyard swim days. Yet, there I was, sitting in a park with friends drinking wine, anticipating Shakespeare. What a pleasant departure from the ordinary. I felt almost giddy about sitting in my own quad chair only a stone's throw away from the stage. The play was wonderful, made even better by the ambiance - the hot, sticky outdoor ambiance.
Am I going a little over the top about something as simple as this trip to see a play? Probably, but this excursion really got me thinking. I was genuinely excited about what I was doing, and it wasn't just about the play; it was about me.
Gulp, I said it...it was about me.
I took time to do something that made me happy, and it was more out of the ordinary than reading a book, watching the food network or checking facebook. There was no guilt, as my children were happily tucked in bed and Kevin had told me to "have fun." I was out to see a play with Jen, my wonderful friend and fellow English teacher, and I enjoyed every minute.
Come to think of it, last night was my opportunity to be happily fed and entertained...no make believe required.
Last night, however, I spent a rare evening moonlighting as a full-fledged adult. Twelfth Night at the Peabody Estate in Oakbrook? Food, wine and outdoor theater? Yes, please.
My recent forms of entertainment have been narrowed to annoyingly sweaty trips to the zoo, tiresome outings to the children's museum and cranky backyard swim days. Yet, there I was, sitting in a park with friends drinking wine, anticipating Shakespeare. What a pleasant departure from the ordinary. I felt almost giddy about sitting in my own quad chair only a stone's throw away from the stage. The play was wonderful, made even better by the ambiance - the hot, sticky outdoor ambiance.
Am I going a little over the top about something as simple as this trip to see a play? Probably, but this excursion really got me thinking. I was genuinely excited about what I was doing, and it wasn't just about the play; it was about me.
Gulp, I said it...it was about me.
I took time to do something that made me happy, and it was more out of the ordinary than reading a book, watching the food network or checking facebook. There was no guilt, as my children were happily tucked in bed and Kevin had told me to "have fun." I was out to see a play with Jen, my wonderful friend and fellow English teacher, and I enjoyed every minute.
Come to think of it, last night was my opportunity to be happily fed and entertained...no make believe required.
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ReplyDeleteWow, I loved reading this. Obviously, I could relate on soooo many levels, but the part I enjoyed the most is discovering what a great writer you are. I loved hearing your voice come through it. Keep blogging!
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