Bastille Day

So, since it's Bastille Day, I offer up the lyrics to Rush's Bastille Day.

A long challenging weekend, confronted with the growing pains of a new parent. On various occasions, we have tried to snatch a bit of our pre-child life, by going out with friends and doing the things we used to do. In my case it was a bridal shower/bachelorette party on Saturday and a dinner party on Sunday. I fondly recall days when I used to close down the College Inn Pub, but really there was more pain there (especially the next day) than anything really fulfilling. The camaraderie was nice, but not sustaining except in a couple of cases, and there it wasn't really about the pub itself. Both occasions felt indulgent--I was out of the house, among friends, even having a cocktail or glass of wine--something I should relish. But something was not quite right, something in the conversation, or my more or less apologetic manner. "Sorry I'm not my old self." Not really.

One of the downsides is that I can't adequately explain to these folks what I have gained in my life over the past year. There's a frustration there that I just can't get past. I just have to wait until some of them join me.

And Monday brings the wheel once again: getting ready for daycare, working, recovering from working, getting ready....