Monday, June 21, 2010
Last night my husband and I went for a quick motorcycle ride after the baby was asleep.
For the record, his 19-year-old sister was at home listening for any sound from his bedroom.
I really haven’t been on the Harley since the summer before I was pregnant. My husband tells me he thinks of that summer often.
We went out almost every weekend and did several great trips. He figures my motorcycle riding days are done.
They aren’t done, they are postponed until after the boy decides hanging out with friends is more important than mom and dad or when mom and dad can leave the boy to hang out by himself for a couple of hours.
Or when mom is able to leave baby in the capable hands of the Nana and Papa or for the weekend. Sadly, for Nana and Papa at least, I am not there yet.