We had a pretty good weekend over here.
My parents took the boys overnight on Saturday night. We dropped them off around 2pm on Saturday, then Tim and I did a little shopping before we came home and did some stuff around the house. I reorganized the kitchen cabinets, Freecycled a lot of junk and ate Jelly Belly’s; Tim worked on the yard and washed our cars. We’d already marinated a couple steaks for dinner, but at the last minute changed our minds and decided to go out instead.
I called PF Chang’s around 7, thinking that an 8:30pm reservation would be just perfect. All I could get was 10pm. Wow. 10 P.M. We hadn’t eaten that late since before we had kids… a period of time that we lovingly refer to as our “Glory Days”.
It was surprisingly… nice… to be out having dinner that late. There wasn’t a single child in the restaurant. In fact, the whole place was full of adults. No crying, no screaming and it’s not the kind of place with balloons, so it was really (here’s that word again)… nice. Calm, relaxing, we ate slowly; we weren’t two steps ahead of the waiter, asking for take out containers during appetizers and requesting the check as he delivered our meals. We ate like normal adults. Isn’t it peculiar that we felt weird acting normal?
By the time we got home and ate the desserts we brought with us, it was close to one in the morning, which was fine because we got to sleep in until around 11am. It was really (here’s that word again, again)… nice. And weird too. Yep, nice and weird, just the way I like it.
We picked the kids up around 2pm on Sunday, and we took them to the lake and then spent a lot of time outside. Later, we grilled the steaks we marinated the night before and it was a nice, relaxing evening, even with the kids. But there was the regular fussing, fighting and "OMG shut up!" moments, but that's our "normal" and, you know what? That's just the way I like it, too.
Yep, pretty good weekend over here.
My parents took the boys overnight on Saturday night. We dropped them off around 2pm on Saturday, then Tim and I did a little shopping before we came home and did some stuff around the house. I reorganized the kitchen cabinets, Freecycled a lot of junk and ate Jelly Belly’s; Tim worked on the yard and washed our cars. We’d already marinated a couple steaks for dinner, but at the last minute changed our minds and decided to go out instead.
I called PF Chang’s around 7, thinking that an 8:30pm reservation would be just perfect. All I could get was 10pm. Wow. 10 P.M. We hadn’t eaten that late since before we had kids… a period of time that we lovingly refer to as our “Glory Days”.
It was surprisingly… nice… to be out having dinner that late. There wasn’t a single child in the restaurant. In fact, the whole place was full of adults. No crying, no screaming and it’s not the kind of place with balloons, so it was really (here’s that word again)… nice. Calm, relaxing, we ate slowly; we weren’t two steps ahead of the waiter, asking for take out containers during appetizers and requesting the check as he delivered our meals. We ate like normal adults. Isn’t it peculiar that we felt weird acting normal?
By the time we got home and ate the desserts we brought with us, it was close to one in the morning, which was fine because we got to sleep in until around 11am. It was really (here’s that word again, again)… nice. And weird too. Yep, nice and weird, just the way I like it.
We picked the kids up around 2pm on Sunday, and we took them to the lake and then spent a lot of time outside. Later, we grilled the steaks we marinated the night before and it was a nice, relaxing evening, even with the kids. But there was the regular fussing, fighting and "OMG shut up!" moments, but that's our "normal" and, you know what? That's just the way I like it, too.
Yep, pretty good weekend over here.
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