With my lovely mother-in-law in town, we’ve been working hard at getting our small place even more organized, making final purchases, getting all the details in order, and just generally nesting as we prepare to add another person to the family (sometime before or after January 28). While Nana spoils and entertains The Girlie, The Wife and I have been to our storage unit to sort through countless bins of baby clothes and equipment, and to bright retail emporiums to buy more stuff, and to imagine and acquire new and creative methods to wedge it all into our 437.5 square feet. I, fulfilling the role of the modern hunter-gatherer: he who roams the fruited plain in his station wagon, seeking what he may devour, consume, and collect.
If the above description sounds like a long, slow, two-day torture, then you know what I thought about it as it approached. Yet it has been unexpectedly fun and fulfilling to have some time with my bride to talk and share a couple of meals (fancy stuff, too: KFC, chili, and one notable indulgence at Starbucks) and to collaborate on our long list of projects. Which has been a great reminder of what a good team we are.
With a child ever-present, The Wife and I have mostly adopted the strategy of divide-and-conquer, trading off caring for the kid with Getting Things Done. And sometimes, combining them as we struggle mightily to complete a project with her on the scene. But rarely slowing down and breathing the same air and joining our minds together and reminding ourselves of why we starting this thing in the first place. So these two days have been a gift, to be sure. But even more, they are a foreshadowing of hope for the adventure that lies just ahead.