After 96 hours of being held prisoner cooped up in the house, I got to go out tonight. With a friend. To a restaurant. It was fantastic. And the cheesecake was the icing on the cake. Here's the difference between dining with kids, and without:
With kids: Fumble with highchair and booster seat while giving apologetic looks to everyone around us.
Without kids: Sit down at table and begin looking at menu.
With kids: Try to determine which ridiculously overpriced meal will be acceptable to fussy toddler.
Without kids: Choose food you can eat slowly, with both hands all to yourself.
With kids: Entertain children until food arrives.
Without kids: Actually finish a conversation and begin another one!
With kids: Cut food into tiny pieces, beg them to eat more, kick self for spending so much on mac & cheese they won't eat.
Without kids: Eat entire meal without having to share with anyone else.
With kids: Baby's cranky - time to go.
Without kids: I guess we should pay the bill now...but let's finish this conversation first.
With kids: Get everyone into carseats and head home.
Without kids: Talk for another hour about all the things not talked about over dinner.
With kids: Put kids to bed and fall onto couch, exhausted.
Without kids: Come home to kids already in bed and feel totally rejuvenated.
I should definitely do this more often!
November 5, 2009
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2 confessions & pardons:
Aahh...the sweet freedom. Sounds wonderful! I'm jealous!
I vaguely recall such a thing ... it's been about ten years, but I think I remember those days.. Eating dinner and not saying "Don't eat the crayon."
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