I have been obsessed with wrapped up in baby/kid stuff for about five years now. And in that amount of time, my husband and I have completely forgotten about Life Before The Kids.
In LBTK days, we were out-of-doors a lot. I was a backpacker, and giddily spent long hours hiking through the Allegheny National Forest with my tent and chiseled calves. DH and I took our kayaks on long, overnight river trips. We rappelled over (not-too-terribly-high) cliffs. We rode in our dunebuggy. We rode motorcycles.
I wish I had pictures of all of this sportyness, but it was so long ago that we were still using film cameras. In fact, we didn’t even take many pictures because we were so busy being busy.
Now, I’m a flabby suburban housewife who knits and bakes cookies. But I take a lot of pictures. It’s so sad.
All of that is about to change, however. My husband and I are going away for the holiday weekend. We’re taking our kayaks, and we’re taking our hiking boots. And we’re leaving the kids at home with my mother, who’s flying up for the occasion.
Hopefully, I don’t have a stroke from the sudden burst of activity. If you don’t hear from me after next Monday, you’ll know I either exploded or – more likely – couldn’t get my butt out of the kayak.
Wish me luck. In any case, I sure hope there aren’t any pictures.