Last night my comedy troupe FUCT performed to a sold-out audience at Caroline’s on Broadway. It was an amazing show, and an experience that I will always remember. The reason everything worked so well was due to the commitment and dedication of the troupe. My personal role often times takes me out of the house, mostly at night. This past “hell” week required me to rehearse every night. Nicole decided she would take Jackson on Saturday night to visit her mom and sister for a sleep-over. Twelve weeks after my son was born, and the day finally arrived...a night home ALONE!
During the endless hours of listening to crying, smelling baby shit, and juggling all of the other parental chores associated with daddyhood, the mind has a tendency to wander. I often think to myself, “What would I do with this time if I didn’t have a wife and a child?” The answer is clear. I would be a party animal; chillin’ with the ladies, hangin’ with the boys, drinking, sports, concerts, parties, WOOHOO! And the day finally came. I had a free night all to myself. I could live it up, even if only for one night.
So, what did I do? I sat at home, watched TV, and missed my family. Sure, it was nice to get a full night of sleep. I had the bed to myself, and there was no baby there to wake me up. Nevertheless, I felt lonely and wished they were back. I even woke up in the middle of the night anticipating a dirty diaper. I’m such a loser, but I guess the mind always sees the grass as greener on the other side.
The best part of the weekend was seeing Nicole and Jackson the next day. It was only 24 hours, but it was the longest I had been apart from them since Jackson was born. Nicole and I both felt like we had been apart for a week. I think we both have come to the conclusion that a little separation really does make the heart grow fonder. Solo vacations, here we come!
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