|rockin a messy braid today... 2.5 weeks poo free!|
Sunday morning, I had a brunch with two lovely ladies from high school. I haven't seen them in 15 years but thanks to Facebook we reconnected. We went to Luxbar. Holy fancy pants. I felt like a damn movie star in that place. We mimosa'd the shit out of that brunch. 75% of the bill was alcohol. Whoopsies! But seriously, by the time I left (4 hours later) the place was hoppin. The outside was gorgeous with all these tables of fabulous city people.
I had to rush home to the burbs by 2:30 (to relieve the babysitter, two days in a row, my bank account says ack!). J was golfing. Yes, we live glorious lives going out with friends to a gastropub one night, rushing off to the city for brunch and golfing while the sitter watches the kids. We so fancy.
Hardly. I can't even tell you the last time we paid a sitter.
I had planned on taking the kids to the pool that afternoon but the mimosa headache was setting in and all I could do was fill their milk and snack cups and plop them in front of a movie and call it a day. Mom of the year and damn proud of it.
This weekend we have plans to go camping. With the kids. We are either the stupidest people on earth or the coolest parents ever.