Wednesday, February 29, 2012

First Team Attempt

Next week, the hubster and I will attempt something that could make or break our relationship. In hindsight, I'm not sure that I'm ready to take this step with him so soon after all of the paperwork is done, but it's too late to back out now. An old friend (again, that's a comment on how long we've known each other, not her age) is getting married, and she asked me over a year ago if I would watch her son after the ceremony is over. She sent me a text last week to confirm that I was still in.

My reaction?

Oh crap.

She's getting married on a Saturday, which is one of hubby's days off. This means that he will be bored while I am watching the kid. This means that he will probably want to come hang out with us. This means that he and I will have our first experience alone with a kid. This means something else that I'm not sure of. 

I hadn't put two and two together until my friend commented while I was going over the details with her yesterday. "Oh! this will be an adorable trial run for you two!" 

Keep in mind that very few people in my life even know that this blog exists. I'm still too much of a weeny to admit to any of them that I actually have feelings about children of my own. I would prefer that still believe that I'm a heartless, soulless, childless future cat lady who doesn't need so stinkin' adorable baby. 

Needless to say, I had the same gut reaction to her that I had prior to this whole blog-inducing shift in though processes. "Shut up! I hate you!" She laughed and said, "Well, someday." 

She's right. Someday. 

In the meantime, I am going to spend a Saturday night chasing a two and a half year old with my new husband and see how it turns out. I assume that everything will go well. The act of this simple night seems daunting, though. I know my husband is good with kids. I've seen him with our nieces and nephews plenty of times. We've never been alone with a kid, though. There were always parents near by. This time, we're on our own. We have an entire night to do our best to mess this kid up for the rest of his life.

Maybe this will actually be fun.

At very least, I can teach him that it's hip to be square, kids.  

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