We worked out then showered the sweat away, changing into loose house clothes. The air conditioner is good, cold, but this heat is insane and even in the darkness of our living room, the fan whirring at top speed, I feel the oppression of summer. Dinner is made and popsicles follow up – we decide to take a walk, though my weather app claims it is 100 degrees. Luckily, the sun is hiding behind some darker clouds and a breeze blows, though it merely whips the warm air around our faces. In the overcast mid-evening, I appreciate how each home harbors so much life inside it. No one else is outside; just our family of five humans, two dogs, dripping wet by the time our 15 minutes of walking are over.
Another cool shower and I change and put Baby Girl to sleep. She drifts off lazily while eating and my days of this special time with her are numbered; we’re weaning. I only do this twice a day now and soon, she’ll be drinking regular milk from a cup. Sunday, she’ll turn one. I marvel at how quickly her first year seemed to go compared to either of the boys’.
Once she’s asleep – so peaceful – I slip out and put on a necklace and a slight bit of perfume and head out the door, on my way to a going away party. I rarely attend any events; so many people on my Facebook feed sending out invites yet, so many obstacles. It’s not that I don’t want to go out but with work, kids, mother/wife duties, it’s all so exhausting. So on a Monday, no less, I managed to find three hours to go and enjoy food, drink, and my peers.
After indulging in yummy food and two IPAs, I drove home in a light drizzle, the streetlights a colorful hazy zigzag through the raindrops on my car’s windows. It reminds me of being in college and my friends and I driving around town. There’s something really comforting to me about being in a moving car at night – I can’t really explain it. Maybe I formed that when I was young and we vacationed, getting up super early when it was still dark to get to Disney World from South Florida or to the airport. I reveled in the quiet, the stillness of night.
At home, my night is coated in the alcohol after effects and my sleepiness, but I manage to wind down on the couch with my laptop. It’s so quiet and peaceful – two things that the majority of my life are not. Even in my office, when no one’s around, there is always something. I’m not very good at sitting for long periods of time, doing nothing. But these brief moments in the late evening, I appreciate for that reason. Life is crazy, busy, full, and wonderful.