I had an illuminating trip with Peter a couple weeks ago.

This is Peter.

He is my husband of 11 years and 2 baby boys.

It started at 4:30 am with a taxi ride to the airport, followed by several sausage biscuits, cini-minis and a super size coca-cola.

Disgusting? Yes. Delicious? Absolutely.

I rediscovered that Peter is the funniest person I know. He is also the most fun. Like, “being-up-at-4:30am-when-you-only-went-to-bed-at-1am-is-still-fun-cause-it’s-our-date-without-the-kids-trip” FUN. Like, “even-though-this-is-a-work-trip-the-fact-that-we’re-together-makes-it-awesome” fun.

Yea, just like that.

Thing is, I also rediscovered some other things. Well, this one thing in particular.

Like, the husband is not the kids.

This may seem obvious at first glance, but I assure you, it is not. If you are a mom then you are programmed to organize, instruct, double-check, quiz, check up on, question, instruct, boss, and supervise your kids.

Unfortunately, these habits can spill over onto the husband. And, dang if the husband don’t like it!

Thing is, when he pointed out to me what I was doing, it was kind of a relief to stop doing it. When I dialed down the mommy-switch things got a lot quieter. I could hear myself think again. And suddenly all the running lists I am used to hearing in my head took a back seat to Peter.

Which is a really good thing. Because, as I said before, Peter is really fun. And I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a minute of it.

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