My posting lately has failed, I know. This week has worn both of us out, and we've had friends in town - a good thing, but still very worn out.
Every now and then, it's nice to be young twenty-somethings without kids. The four of us went out to a bar, and, yes, I'm not entirely sober as I write this. (Drunk blogging? Is that the new drunk texting?) It's nice not to have to hire a babysitter to have an evening like this, nor to feel like we have a curfew (or draining bank account).
The flip side is that, aside from tonight, everything we've done and are doing this weekend could easily happen with a baby in tow. (Yes, Mitch Hedberg reference.) So...I'm only partially okay with the part where we don't have one yet.
In other news, I refuse to fight as much as some of my kids' parents do. I hate it. I want to shield the kids so badly.
But to leave you on a good note, there are fantastic strawberries in my fridge. Though maybe that isn't as good a note for you, since they aren't in your fridge.