Mark and I had a lovely night in Charlotte. We wandered through downtown and visited the building where we went to several proms together. We had a delicious dinner (duck! we are fancy!) (don't read this, vegan Grandma) and did fully exciting things like take naps on hotel beds wearing our shoes because yes we are that tired.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, our children were in various states of quiet and not-so-quiet with their sleepover hosts. Which left me the next morning feeling happy and relaxed and oh so grateful for a night of quiet and good sleep (I slept more than eight hours! without waking! and then lounged in bed for two more! #indulgent) but also feeling gross and guilty that other people had to endure tough nights with MY kids for the sake of MY sleep and... ugh. You know. (And also the cash on the nightstand when Mark left for work stuff in the morning, despite clearly being for the car valet, made me feel a wee whore. Just sayin.)
But overall, great date night, I'm glad we did it. And the past couple days have consisted mostly of laying low and resting my lungs. Juggling cars with Mark and Another Nathan (of course we all need stuff done in the same week, including a whole new windshield for me). Packing everyone up for a Mexican dinner out. Trying to fight a blah feeling because nothing is terrible today but nothing is awesome either. And I just feel sort of... meh.
Best. Blog post. Ever. Right?
Nathan has been tired and coughy and whiny.
Anneliese has happy so long as we keep her busy.
Charlotte has been delightful as usual.
Y'all, sometimes I forget we have three kids. Whoa.
1 comment:
Great, now I want Mexican. THANKS. :-)
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