Last night Doug and I took advantage of the gift of Grandparents and had our very first date night of this trip (Doug says our foray into Tillamook nightlife at the Shiloh Inn bar after a late-night Fred Meyer run counts as well–I’m not sure). We first headed to Hales Brewery in Ballard for the live taping of The Kindlings Muse. It was great to see Dick, the show’s host and Mercy’s godfather, and we especially enjoyed hearing some of the things Len Sweet, one of the show’s guests, had to say. Oh, and the beer was awesome. It is good to be in the Northwest.
I was just at the point of feeling like a carefree girl on a date with the boy she thinks is cute and not a worn out mother of two little ones (who have just returned to sleeping through the night after four weeks of refusing to do so), when I opened up my purse to put on some lipstick. There on the top of my wallet and cell phone was the ziploc bag of Wheat Thins used to reward my daughter for using the toilet. At that moment, all my illusions of being anything other than what I am were shattered.
And really, I’m okay with that.