The other night,
I had the most relaxing experience in a long time.
I was invited to a one-year-old birthday party at a steakhouse. (How fancy.)
I brushed the knots out of my hair, put on a clean shirt, and changed out of my pajama pants. I left the baby at home and spent the next two and half glorious hours pigging out and chatting with my friends.
There was a salad bar with all the trimmings and meats were brought to the table and carved in front of us. Top sirloin, ribs, filet mignon, rib eye. Everything was juicy, tender, and scrumptious!
At the end, there were no dishes to wash and a slice of birthday cake – poof! - magically appeared in front of me.
Ahhhh…I was in heaven.
The next day I wrote to my friend, telling her just exactly what a wonderful time I had.
She responded with a laugh, “Having a child really makes one appreciate these things!”
I don’t think any moms would argue with her on that.
(Thanks again Irena and HB to Sasha!)