Date Night: Does Your Kid Get Mad When You Head out?Christine Coppa
I dropped JD off at camp at 7:30 AM on Wednesday and picked him up at 5:45 PM. I knew all along I was going out that evening, but didn’t tell him. Lately he’s been extremely attached to me— and I know why. My dating revolution is new to him and to me. For nearly five years I’ve been in single mom and work mode. I had no desire to date. I barely had a desire to hang with friends outside of hanging with friends and JD. I can’t blame him for not getting it, but I know I have to do what is right for me, because that is what’s right for us. I am finally in a place where I want to date. I want to go dancing with girlfriends. I want to hang out with adults and at the same time be JD’s everything and prevail at my career. I am a firm believer in having it all. I shall. Just out of order.
So, on the way home from camp, I broke the news. “Maria is coming over to play ninjas and watch Mike the Knight with you, tonight!” I said this with great enthusiasm. “Are you staying too,” he asked.
“Mommy has to go out for a little, but I am going to give you dinner and a shower and read and play with you before I leave, OK?” I said.
He was upset. I’ve admittedly been going out once a week these days. He does better when Poppa Coppa gets him from camp and takes him to dinner and does the nighttime routine. But I don’t like to rely on fam all the time, and I need JD to be comfortable with his sitters and for the most part he is; I think I’m just rocking his world. But he rocked mine in 2007 so I think we’re even.
I fed JD leftover homemade mac and cheese (amaze), steamed broccoli, and dinosaur nuggets. He showered. I read and played, as promised. Maria arrived and I darted into the shower. When I got out they were on the floor playing with Legos and watching cartoons. I quickly dressed in jeans, a cute halter and Converse, because my date told me not to wear heels (wtf). Makeup. Perfume. Kissed JD … JD got weepy. JD held my leg. JD ran to the door. I escaped, closing the door behind me. I held my ear to the door. There was no crying. I heard Maria say, “Come over here and let’s make more ninjas!” I walked to the elevator feeling guilty as sh*t, but excited to get out for a bit. And excited because my date, who lives on the second floor of my building and who I have known for 12 years wouldn’t tell me where we were going. He just knew I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, has been an amazing support to me and is an all around great guy, friend, decent human.
In the car, Mike said, “Have you ever shot a gun?”
My stomach dropped.
I’ve never shot a gun. I don’t like guns. When Uncle Bri tried to attack me with a Nerf gun, JD threw his body over me and said, “Don’t you hurt MY mommy!”
GF Carlo has several guns, re: his job. I am psycho about his guns and my kid being in his condo even though they are in a lock box with a code only GF Carlo knows.
“Um, no,” I said.
“It’s an amazing way to relieve stress,” Mike said.
I didn’t want to rain on his parade.
“OK,” I said.
We proceeded to drive to the wilderness in north NJ. We were on a road that belonged in a horror film. We got lost. It was fun. We finally got to the shooting range. I heard shots. I got nervous. I was scared. Mike held my hand and led me inside.
We got signed up and two rounds of shots. An instructor took us outside. The rifles were big and heavy and scary. I watched Mike hold it. He said, “Pull.” A clay disk shot in the air. Mike got it! Boom! Four rounds later it was MY turn. Oh god.
The gun was heavy. “Lean your cheek into it. Stand like this,” said the instructor, moving my body forward.
Typical Christine ensued:
“This is going to break my collarbone. This is going to dislocate my shoulder. I’m 115 pounds,” spilled from my mouth. The instructor found this amusing.
“You’re fine,” he said. “It’s OK,” I heard Mike’s voice.
Fine. Fine. Fine. I had a freakin c-section. I can shoot a gun!
I missed the target (obv).
My entire body moved. It was intense. I liked it.
Eventually I hit 4 out of 25 targets.
It was so much fun! Then we got beer and food.
My shoulder still hurts!
And it did relieve stress.
I came home to a sleeping child.
All was right in the world of Christine. Still is. Shooting a gun is better than Xanax.
Does your kid get sad when you go out? Have you ever shot a gun? Have a fun weekend!!
*I am very sorry I wrote about my date today after the NYC shooting. I am aware and praying for everyone involved. I contacted all of my NYC ppl immediately following the breaking news.*