I am also a wife. Wife. There are still moments when that title takes some getting used to. You see, I have been married almost three years and it took me 35 (closer to 36) to become a wife. Now don't get me wrong, I love my husband, truly I do. But after thirty-five years of being single sometimes I forget how to do the partner dance. Sometimes I make decisions without consulting my husband – not major ones but the type of thing that would naturally irritate someone.
I did it this weekend. I committed a major faux pax, failure to inform (consult). For the first time in I don’t know how long I planned a mommy night out with my best girlfriend. It was the first time we have been able to have girlfriend time without the kiddies since she moved to my town 3 months ago. Long overdue. I had my plans drawn up - sitter in place, route from Sesame Live to sitter to home mapped out. But I forgot one thing – to mention any of it to my husband. I got caught up in the excitement of seeing Dr. Johnetta B. Cole, Bernice Johnson Reagan and Gloria Steinem all in one place. And I set my plan in motion without consulting dear hubby.
When I realized my mistake it was the night before "the event." Less than a day's notice is never a good thing. But despite having to sacrifice quality time with our son or better yet alone time for himself he took it in stride. I got off the hook with a promise to never let this happen. Despite being married for close to three years I still have my “single” moments. I guess some habits are hard to break.