Life has returned to the way it was when we were younger. Meaning before the kids were teenagers, and they were makings us go in four different directions simultaneously. I think the hardest part of the empty nest is I really liked being a parent. Those kids, even though they ate a lot, were fun. And, in the back of my mind, I really believed that the teenager years were a phase, and when they were done with the phase they’d come back to playing with us. So I sat, waited, waited and waited. And waited some more. Until I realized I needed to get a life.
Maybe it was delirium from mowing the lawn in an Arizona August, or since it was Sunday, it could have been divine intervention-regardless a really good idea came to the front of my mind. We don’t have to wait for the kids to have fun. Out came the Trikes. They are three wheeled scooters that we bought eons ago.
At first the hubby wasn’t too happy with me. He thought I was out of my ever loving mind until he got on the scooter and became 10 again.
Life was smiling at and with us. After our adventure with the scooters we thought we’d be adults and eat in downtown Tempe. Neither of us had been to Five Guys so eating there would count as an adventure. That would be two in one day. Can life get any better than that?
Apparently the answer is yes. For the first time in fifteen years the hubby shared a soda cup and an order of fries with me. Anybody that knows the hubby knows he has sharing issues. The issue is he doesn’t like to share. Friends, today was my day for the life lottery. Apparently Five Guys has 200 soda choices!
Because we had one cup and were sharing we weren’t drinking too much soda. Which meant there were more chances to try different flavors. Don’t tell him I said this,but it’s true, the hubby giggled. A lot. I think we got more exercising running from our table to the soda machine than we got on that 4 mile scooter adventure.
At 8:30 we left hand in hand feeling a euphoria that can only be brought on by taking a walk on the wild side. Or in our case drinking more soda and staying out later than is appropriate for a Sunday night. Our kids would be horrified. giggle giggle.