Tonight is Adult Night for us. Yippee! Some youth group is coming out to Catholic Charities to babysit all of our kids for free so we get a night off!
We’re going to the Rodizio Grill, this Brazilian place over off of Westheimer, then we may go to look at art or browse, totally unharrassed and unhurried, through a bookstore. Maybe I can find us a poetry reading or something (wait, I want Heidi to have a good time too…) The night lays before us! The possibilities are endless! That is at least until we have to pick up the kids at 10:00. Yep, then our carriage turns into a pumpkin, albeit one with three car seats.
But for a few hours we’ll be hip, wear black, kick around the bohemian side of Houston and pretend we’re not some square old suburbanites starving for excitement. Of course we are, but that won’t dampen our spirits.
Normally, I don’t look forward to Fridays like everyone else traditionally does. Weekends are workdays to me as well. I get up just as early. Instead of attending to a computer I attend to kids, a house, yard, etc. The upside is that Mondays are not dreadful for me at all. Heidi and I go out as much during the week — it’s easier to find babysitting then — as the weekend. So “Thank God it’s Friday” just isn’t a saying I use.
Except once in a while…