Again, my husband sees nothing wrong with these scenarios because, well, he stays and then doesn’t have to deal with our son’s needs later. I’ve already decided that I won’t be going again if I don’t have time to hire a sitter. And if my husband feels the need to go alone, so be it. My sanity is more important.
Perhaps I am insane for “altering my life for my child” as some may see it—but perhaps I have just moved on. The question is, when will my husband?
This past weekend in Paris, during a hunt for a proper market as well as the Pompidou museum, our son was dragged all over the city for hours. His legs hurt and he was whining and starting to cry. (To save money, we weren’t taking cabs.) The next day was a bit of a fight as I was determined to go to EuroDisney. I knew they’d have fun and I just wanted to do something for our son, especially after our dog died earlier—a long story that I may feel up to writing about later. My husband fought it tooth and nail. He wanted to go to the Picasso museum instead. Luckily, I won the battle and do you know what? They had a marvelous time! The two them had sorely needed playtime and bonded while shooting martians with Buzz Lightyear and climbing the Swiss Family Robinson tree house. We didn’t have to battle long lines or Florida heat and the two of them loved every minute of it. This big shift in my husband’s plans—from the Picasso Museum to EuroDisney—will be appreciated and remembered for a long time to come. Hooray for baby steps!
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