Since James worked yesterday, and was otherwise incapacitated with back pain, we're celebrating V-Day today. We're going to drop the munchkin off at Grandma's, then go out to lunch, come home & watch "The Bourne Identity," from Netflix, then go pick up the munchkin again.
That may not sound like much to you, but my munchkin is almost 17 months old. In that time, James and I have not had a date. At all. Period. I have not been to a restaurant without a high chair, bib, wipes, sippy cups, toddler forks, gigantic bag, and lots of noise/mess/chaos. I told James not long ago that it isn't really advantageous to me for us to go out with Wendy - I mean, sure, I don't have to clean, but instead I've got to juggle keeping her fed/amused/quiet with my own eating, and somehow manage not to tick off all the other restaurant patrons. No, given the options, I'd rather eat at home.
But today, for our child-free few hours, we're going to a big people restaurant. Like big people. We can just tell the hostess, "2 for non-smoking," instead of, "2-plus-a-high-chair, non-smoking." We will be able to peruse the menu. We will be able to talk without being interrupted. And the talk will be more substantial than, "Did you see where her cup landed? Can you hand me the wipes?"
This is big, people.
There might even be hand-holding.
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