getting out of my comfort zone

Mar 29, 2016

Crazy things have happened in this house, let me tell you! Chris and I celebrated our anniversary a little early over the weekend, and went out to dinner. If you know me personally, or have been reading this blog for some time now, you were probably like, "oh her mom must be in town for a visit". Historically, my mom is the only person to ever watch my kids in six years. I have never ever felt comfortable, or even wanted to think about the idea of a babysitter. To each their own on this. So many of my friends have amazing babysitters that they use regularly, some I have met, but the idea has always scared me. You can blame it on the military I guess. We have moved five times since having kids. Five times in six years doesn't really add up to a sense of comfort in your surroundings. We never really stayed in one place too long for me to even get to know people. So I kept to myself. 
I am a social person by nature, but parenting and just getting older in general has made me pretty selective in social circles. I really don't get too close to people. I am a pretty open book, even on this blog. I am not afraid to talk about anything. But in everyday life I keep things pretty guarded. Especially when it comes to my kids and Chris. If anyone is ever introduced to all my children aaaaaand my husband, well then whoa! In the circle of trust we go. haha! 

So it wasn't until this year that I really started getting out of my comfort zone with people. Opening up the doors of opportunity for friendships with people I may have just politely stayed away from. Not in a bad way. But when you know you are moving you kind of just keep on keeping on because you are leaving. Then I started to think about my kids. Ace has made some of his very first best friends up here in Alaska. Kids that he will look at in pictures and hopefully have made some of his first lasting memories with. This opened up friendships for me. I got close with women, who I look forward to seeing everyday. Mamas who I will miss so much when we move. I will miss their kids, I will miss seeing our kids together. The wild, crazy, out of control situations we get ourselves in together. 
But these friendships have pushed me out of my comfort zone. Or maybe the friendships grew into my comfort zone, who knows. But they allowed me to feel comfortable enough with people to let them watch my kids, to have them literally push me out of my house even though I needed to employ some heavy breathing tactics. They catered to my paranoid texts all night. They told me to relax, enjoy a night out with my husband, and eat all the food because I don't have to do the dishes. They took care of my teething baby. They tucked Avalon into her bed after she fell asleep on the couch. They rocked my baby to sleep with a pile of drool on their shoulder. They helped my boys build a massive lego tower. 
So we got dressed up. We had dinner at one of our favorite places, The Whale's Tail. We tasted wines, we laughed about the incredibly stupid things we have done in the last 11 years together. Sneaking me into the barracks in a duffle bag, or sneaking Chris into my all girls dorm room after hours. Our very first date in Seattle, which took us all of nine months and insane amounts of flirting to get to. Getting our first apartment. Or the time we got into an argument and I threw a plate, which prompted Chris to emphasis how stupid I looked by throwing three more plates, and then we only had two plates left to eat off of. (I'm telling you, 19 year olds are crazy beasts). We inhaled our food in thirty minutes, then sat there looking at each other like......uhh....should we just go home? But we said three hours, so we decided to go to our next favorite spot, the Crow's Nest for a cappuccino and dessert. We got there right into time to see the sunset. 

And then got home promptly at nine. 
I guess the real shocking part of this incredibly long story is, that I ordered a dessert that was mostly made up of cooked fruit. I do not like cooked fruit as dessert. Not even large chunks of apple in apple pie. I will ever so carefully place them on Chris' plate. So a whole pear, infused with champagne and baked in caramel! What the what? 

Chris said "who the hell are you tonight?" 

I DON'T KNOW! 


9 comments:

  1. That looks so yummy. I could go for some oysters right now. The only time we tried to go to the Whale's Tail, it was closed. We were a big fan of Club Paris.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Love Club Paris! So good. But the mac and cheese at the Whale's Tail is what food coma dreams are made of. I couldn't leave Alaska not having it just one last time!!

      Delete
  2. I am so glad you were able to go out and celebrate your special time together, you guys deserved it.

    ReplyDelete
  3. LOL. I haven't read your blog that long but when I saw your IG/snapchat my first thought was: "oh her mom must be in town if they are going out" and then I read your post and am like WHOA. Glad you had a fun night out. :)

    ReplyDelete
  4. This is so fabulous. Im glad you two got a night out on the town to yourselves, but I'm sad you didn't crash the auction. Love your outfit!

    ReplyDelete
  5. I'm so glad you guys bit the bunker and got out! Thank god for friends who are good enough to have the honor of watching your kids! They are a rare and mythical find!

    ReplyDelete
  6. Glad you guys had fun!!! You look gorg!!!

    ReplyDelete

 

© Pardon My French All rights reserved . Design by Blog Milk Powered by Blogger