Okay, so Dan and I had our first real date sans enfants since the baby was born... and we almost didn’t come home at all. What with all the stress we’ve been under lately, we figured it was time to get our butts back out into the real world and leave the spit-up, diapers and tears behind for a few hours.
The big event? Abby’s school had a big 40th-anniversary gala thingie last night. Though we thought it would end up being a bit stuffy, we had a really great time. Of course, we’re an easy crowd – we could have been watching paint dry at the water-filtration plant and we would’ve had a blast, so deprived have we been lately of grown-up conversation and diversions. Or, maybe it was because we got a wee bit tipsy (okay, drunk!).
The lone dark spot, aside from a series of boring speeches from 18 of the school’s past presidents, was the fact that I had to excuse myself halfway through the meal to pump in the ladies’ room, lest my slowly engorging bosom cause the top of my dress to explode. It was an extremely inelegant feeling, milking myself like a cow, all dolled up in my holiday finest, but I suppose it was the price I had to pay for freedom.
It only took 12 hours of preparation to make it all happen. I got a much-needed haircut, bathed the kids in the afternoon, started dinner at 4, got dressed at 5, and pumped like a demon so that Jonas would have enough milk, all in order to be ready to leave the house at 6. My mother – bless her soul – agreed to take on all three of our little darlings for what I figured would surely end up being the last time we’d ever get the chance.
In the end, the kids were angels. My mom now thinks I’m a big fat liar when I call her to complain about how rotten they’re being and how hard it is to have three. On the upside, although I will no longer be getting any sympathy from her, she has agreed to babysit again sometime soon.
Incidentally, I just found out that Duran Duran is coming to Montreal next week and I think I may need to see in person if the years have been kind to John Taylor...