When you go out with parents who have children under the age of 4, something is bound to happen. It was seven of us that went out last night, 6 of us are parents. Did I really think that we were going to have dinner somewhere and then go out to have drinks at a bar afterwards? A bar? We were in the burbs, so I relied on my cohorts to find the best place for us to go afterwards. Then, we started sharing stories about our last days of Black Wednesday, and who carried whom up the stairs. All the while , the excitement was building.
And while that was happening, our kids, who are sick, decided to throw up, not sleep at bedtime, go to sleep, but wake up an hour later, cry for their parents, play and watch TV.
One of us got a "frantic" text saying, kids are up, crying, Thank you in so many words. Now what? Have another drink? Sort of go on in the night knowing that our kids, while they are crying and restless now, will eventually go to sleep, cause we know their tricks and that is what they do.
Really, we didn't have the heart to say, "Hey mom, the kids will be alright, so we'll be at the bar down the street. Call us if really necessary."
So, in traditional Berg/Morowczynski/Bilas Holiday fashion, we paid the check, got some Baileys and headed back to our friend's parent's house, where the kiddies were.
Which we had a fantastic time as if we were in a bar. We talked. About anything and everything. Cause that is what best friends do.
The kids did go to sleep immediately afterwards. Jack is sick, but he slept thru the night alright.
My heart goes out to the babysitters of the night, Barbara Berg and Theresa Morowczynski. The two grandmas of the night.
Thanks for giving us at least two hours of kid-less time. It felt great.
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