Curfew

Here we are, at the Carrboro Music Festival last Sunday. These pictures make it look like we were the only 3 people at the whole event, but it was actually packed with people and loaded with bands of all sorts. Vasu's pictured standing in front of the high school stage -- some of the freshest music at the festival was performed there. Of course, you'd never know it from our shots.

Don't we look like a happy bunch? It was a good day and we had a lovely time strolling around the festival. But as the clock struck 7, we had to go home. Ronin skipped a nap to let us wander for hours, and that was darling of him, but his bedtime is still 7:30, regardless of the fun being had. 

As we drove home, night fell, and a gorgeous, warm, music-filled night it was, too. And I felt so imprisoned! When will I ever go out at night again? I know I will, I know Ronin's babyhood (and constant nursing) will not last forever, but I've been home every night (except for a rare few) by 7:00 since this boy was born. 

My new schedule: up by 6:00 a.m., (really, up all night), and home by 7:00 p.m. I didn't realize how free I was before! So free! I look at people whose children are grown and I think...it must be such a relief. Children grown, back to being on your own again. Ahhhhh. 

But I hear parents always worry about their children, even when they're grown, so I may have signed up for a lifetime of heaviness without even knowing it.

It ain't easy to take care of a babe, that's for sure. It's lots of things, but it's not easy. Shoot. I thought it was.