Mars and Venus

Years ago I remember the book that came out, Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus, and how popular it was. I believe it even was the basis for a sitcom. I never read it, but I think I can sum it up in one sentence. Men and women are very different, almost as if they are from different planets.

This was never more apparent to me until this weekend, when Brandon and I found ourselves kidless.  After driving the kids all the way to my mom's and back, we walked into the house and immediately went in two different directions. I had been counting down the minutes until I returned home, kid-free. I put on my slippers, found my favorite blanket, grabbed my book and planted myself on the couch. It was 3:00 in the afternoon and I had no one I had to take care of. I was going to read, maybe take a short nap, watch Grey's Anatomy, stare out the window, whatever.

Brandon on the over hand, it was if he was on crack. As I am relaxing and enjoying my downtime, Brandon goes to the library. Then he goes to a friend's house to help fix his bike. Then Brandon comes back home, but only for a minute. Now he is off to the beer store, with Elsie.

It is at this point, I roll over on the couch, put the pillow on my head, and yell, "I"M SLEEPING".  I do not understand this restless energy that Brandon has. Sit down, read a book, work on the computer, just settle down.  I am pretty sure he is thinking, why is she still to the couch? Get up, do something, there are no kids here!

By 6:30, Brandon had released all his pent-up energy, and I had woken up from my nap and regained some energy. We ended the night at one of our favorite pre-kids restaurants, enjoying a leisurely meal.

 It took us some time to reach the same place, but we finally did. And it was lovely.