Getting Out

If you ask me, I would say I have been very supportive of my wife and her needs as we approach the half way mark of her pregnancy. Sure, I complain from time to time, but I have massaged feet, participated in looking at baby strollers and car seats that are indistinguishable, and for the most part done what's been asked of me, which to be honest, is not a lot considering she's the one doing all of the work.

But Saturday I realized that I had to get out. I'm not sure if it's all of the estrogen in the house, the netflix on the couch, or just cabin fever, but as we were in WalMart and I found myself getting much too excited over a salsa bowl, I realized that I was losing my sanity.

I called up a couple of friends and asked if they wanted to grab a drink somewhere, just like old times. We arrived at the bar around six, much to early for the younger crowd, and sat amongst the regulars and old timers. We talked about guy stuff; sports, music, jokes that would make my wife roll her eyes, and other trivial topics. Basically, I had a great time being a guy.

I would love to tell you how exciting and out of control we were as we relived our glory years, that we raged into the wee hours as the night resembled that of a beer commercial.  In reality it was almost sad, I quickly noticed after two beers that I didn't have the stamina of my younger years, and although it was great to catch up with the fellas and have a few beers (perhaps a few too many), I was home around the time that I used to head out.

But there was a price to pay for my venturing out.  I awoke to the sound of the vaacuum cleaner sometime around 8 am.  From there I learned that I would be scrubbing the bathroom toilet and floor, which I did, because you can't win an argument with a pregnant woman, and even if you win, you lose.

Was it worth it?  I'm not sure...

My evening out taught me a few lessons: 

1. I've really become a lightweight.
2. You have to pay to play, as nothing is free anymore.
3. Cleaning the bathroom floor hungover is no way to start a Sunday morning.