Saturna

last night our precious little muffinator stayed with someone who is not a family member for the first time ever. i had my regular saturday night and jason had free tickets to hear KRS-One. Our friend Joann, who has a three year old and a one year old offered to host a slumber party with jah isaac.

i was a little worried, of course, and packed him up everything i could think of that may ease the evening for him. when i dropped him off he forgot i existed and headed straight for cute little delaney and her plethora of toys. i snuck out and went to play.

dish was fairly slow when i got there and the music was not loud enough. i turned what was playing up a little and had something to eat. things picked up while i played and a few people i can always count on seeing (hank, dara, kurt) came up to say hello. then folks all seemed to leave about 1230, much earlier than usual, and i didnt realize til i got home that i had the Daylight Savings Time configuration backwards - i thought it would become 1 at 2, but it became 3 at 2. that whole thing never ceases to confuse the hell out of me, but i am glad for the change. it will be easier to get the pooper-butt well exercised now that it will be lighter later.

my last hour and a half was pretty slow. there is not usually much crowd interaction when i play, but i noticed a distinct difference when the place emptied out. i found myself staring off into space and had a surreal moment when i caught the band from the Deli in my eyesight. they were on stage and really very into it. it looked like some guy was jumping 3 feet in the air with a saxophone. not sure who was playing, but it looked as if they at least had some energy.

as soon as i was finished, i hot-footed it to Joann's, fearing a horror story of trying to get jah isaac to bed. he is always great until he gets sleepy and whomever he is with tries to get him down. he wants his mama and dada. Joann said he did fine, and i found him sacked out in their kingsize bed with delaney and alicia, arm thrown over his head, leg thrown over delaney's. he didnt even wake up until i put him in his carseat, didnt cry, and nodded right back off.

i am so glad it went well, but part of me is sad, for within every moment of independence on my son's part there is a kernel of the truth that he will, yes, someday leave home, become partnered, possibly have children. it seems as if our children's lives are one constant breaking away, and while i know that this is the point, and that our job is to facilitate that independence, it is bittersweet, and breaks my heart a little bit each time i think of it.

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