Sunday, January 30, 2011
A Night Out
After arriving home one night from dinner with Brandon, Harper and a friend, I couldn't recall what I ordered just two hours prior or any topics we might have discussed.
For the entirety of our dining experience, I sat, absorbed in Harper's entertainment, quelling screaming fits before they began, and literally sweating under a hyperactive heating fan as I quickly reached for sippy cups, grabbed breakables from her hands and picked up discarded crayons & cheese quesadillas again and again and again.
Exhausted mentally and physically, I was completely at peace with swearing off all public appearances until Harper goes to college.
So, as plans were forming to join our friends and their three-month-old baby girl for a dinner out this weekend, I was anxious.
Then, I audibly giggled in relief as I read a text that would baffle young, single revelers, mortify the socially appropriate and delight every parent with a toddler.
"We're trying to keep our baby on a schedule. Can we do dinner at 4:30?"