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Restaurants are no place for your outside voice

It’s Friday already?  Where has the week gone?  All in all, my birthday week, just like the day itself, was quiet (far from peaceful) and super-productive.  Even though it’s mainly the boys and me everyday, I am so glad I was wrong about friends and family “forgetting” me.

My entire family called me on Tuesday.  My brothers, most certainly coerced by my parents, BOTH called me before noon.  Not text, not FB message, but physically called me—like on the phone!

That, my friends, was huge.

Even though I’m sure they were reminded by my parents and by Facebook, I have to say, I was quite touched by that.  My phone’s caller id rarely sees their numbers as “incoming.”  So, a big thank you to the family for helping me divert the whole woe-is-me-everyone-forgot-me drama a la Molly Ringwald.

Birthdays, though not as spectacular anymore, are wonderful reminders of how much you’re truly loved, no matter how busy you’ve been or how far you live.

Thank you for loving me so much, family and friends.

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The boys and I had dinner at one of my favorite Mexican restaurants—the kind where you bring your own booze and they happily swirl and swish your cheapish wine to make Sangria.  It was just as divine as the guacamole they made at the table.  (My guac is never as good as theirs! I need to get one of their 10-lb. mortar and pestles just to recreate that deliciousness!)

Jack was well behaved, which was a treat in of itself.  He chowed on tortillas and close to a pound of sour cream—no lie.  And that right there, is proof that our child, as of late, is on a strict condiment and fruit binge. Only. Not necessarily together, though he’s known to experiment with apples in ranch.  (barf)

As for us, our dinners were nice, but we were completely annoyed by the very loud outside talker who sat next to us.  Mind you, the local restaurants are quaint and tables literally have 1.5 inches in between them to maximize space.  So basically, we sit ON TOP of each other, like butt-to-butt with the next table.  Well, almost.  So, when this 6-top of babyfaced 20-somethings sat next to us, from my peripheral vision, I could see the horror from Jeff’s face, complete with his signature subtle headshake.

And the girl, (who graduated from Penn and who was apparently in advertising, but was interviewing for a new job and her aunt works at Wegman’s and who hung out at this bar downtown last Friday…) did NOT stop talking.  AT ALL.  She laced her one-sided conversation to the 5 other kids with a lot of Ohmigawds and F-bombs, just loud enough so our sponge of a toddler could pad his vocabulary with obscenities, in between shoveling the sour cream of course.

I looked at Jeff and asked, “Were we ever that annoying?”

He reinforced the unfortunate truth:  “Oh, completely.  Probably even more obnoxious and annoying.”

But, all I could think was, “God, these kids suck for being so damn loud.”

If I had one, I’m sure I’d be screaming for them to get off my lawn, too.

And that is the day I became a grumpy old lady.  And to think, the Sangria took the edge off!?

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Happy birthday to me

It’s shortly after midnight on July 14, and it’s my 33rd birthday.  Happy, sad, elated, conflicted—I’m really not sure how I feel about being in my *gulp* mid-30s.  Actually, to be completely honest, other than feeling like a Mack truck has run me over a 1,000 times by the time 5:00 p.m. hits every day, I don’t feel a day over 23.

Ok, that’s a lie.  I just don’t feel that old.

Well, besides all this gray hair!

I’m not sure that we’ll celebrate this year, like with a cake or whatever.  Other than that sweet Facebook birthday reminder, I’ll be surprised my friends will even remember it’s my birthday anyway.  I’ve been so far off the radar, what with the nose wiping and website creating—who could blame them for not remembering!?

Just like I’ve concurred with a few other friends that are moms, birthdays just seem like any other day anyway.  I’ll still have to do those damn dishes, cook dinner, change diapers and chase a toddler all day, which isn’t all so bad.  It’s the grind.

The celebrations aren’t necessary anymore, really.  No more Friday night What the Buck at our local watering hole.  No evites to lure friends to town for all-night parties.  I have my guys, our family, our health, and as a plus, the websites and writing opportunities are flourishing, and I get to do what I love every single day.

I’m so grateful for this new path in life, but the eye is still on the prize.

I’ll be heading out to Chicago next week to attend Blogher.  (For those that don’t know, it’s an annual conference for women who blog.)  It’ll be my first trip away from both Jeff AND Jack.  It’ll be like a rolling cocktail hour with lots of swag and networking.  There will be conference-y stuff, too.  But parties galore.  Two days off from this whole mom gig!!
Lucky me, I was able to secure a sponsor to defray the cost of the trip.  And as my birthday present, my very gracious parents helped out with the airfare.  Of course there’s the awesome Jeff who pushes me everday and is helping me make ______all______ of this happen.  All of it.

So that trip there?  Yeah, that’s all I could ever want right now, other than the wonderful blessings that I already have.

What more is there to celebrate?

By default, I have an instant plus one, so I can go out and treat myself to one of our favorite brunch spots.  Or maybe have a few cupcakes for breakfast.  Or maybe take the day to unplug and be “just a mom.”

Happy hour, however, would hit the spot, too :)

Nah, that’d be too much effort.

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Edited to add:  I woke up this morning to the smell of breakfast cooking, changed and fed kid and a clean kitchen!  If you could believe it, we sat down TOGETHER for breakfast!  What a great way to start the day!

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Brand new menu and a highchair

Not too long ago, before our lives were spent shuffling from pediatrician visits and frequent playground jaunts, we had a social life–one that revolved around high tier events like $5 burger night, $.25 buffalo wing night and What the Buck.  We slept in on Saturdays and Sundays, sometimes going to bed at the same bewitching hour that Jack begins to crow from his crib.  We’d spend our Sundays recovering from the weekend mischief.  We’d wake up by midday, often finding ourselves at one of our favorite restaurants brunching and watching baseball on tv all day long.  Scheduled just right, Bloody Marys, bellinis, muffins, steak and eggs would serve as breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Life wasn’t nearly as tragically orchestrated as they are now.

Those were the days.

On Friday night, when we walked the 5-block walk back from the hospital, it was about the same time that we’d normally head out to the bars just a few years ago.  As we passed our old watering hole, from across the street, I could see a few familiar friends, still doing the same thing.   It made me miss those carefree days–the days where my responsibilities were as simple as finding exact change for the bus, so that I’d have enough cash for What the Buck.

Surveying everything my child ate and had contact with over a 72-hour period wasn’t even a blip on the radar back then.

crayons and bloody mary

On Mother’s Day, a day that I simply requested as an “easy” day, Jeff and Jack let me sleep in until 9am.  I woke up to Jeff scrubbing the stove, something I’ve neglected in place of fine tuning WordPress themes.  What a wonderful gift it is to have several hours shaved off of my chore list (thanks, babe!)  We made our way to brunch at one of our favorite restaurants, the kind of place where the bartender knew “our usual.”  Except, we haven’t been there since way before I got pregnant.  Our favorite bartender was replaced by a pretty brunette.  The restaurant had new owners; the place even had a whole new menu.  Instead of a pair of barstools, we sat at a table and asked for a highchair.

We got our muffins as we waited for our meals.  I sipped on my bloody mary as we played pick-up-the-crayon and count-the-sugar-packets.

My, have times have changed.

But at one moment, Jack leaned over and hugged me in the way that he does every single day.  It’s as if his hugs say, “Mama, thanks for giving everything up and reshuffling your life to make things better for me.”

Mother's Day at the Gas Light

Memories of debaucherous weekends and the carefree days always puts things into perspective.  I struggle with the fact that I may never have a job in print magazines ever again.  I’m still conflicted about finding my way with this freelance and blogging business.  I’m no longer giving direction; for someone whose career once navigated our course, sitting back and letting go has been hard.  So very hard.

I know how blessed I am, but after a hectic weekend of doctor visits and new found allergies on top of the usual exhaustion, that simple brunch reminded me just how good I have it.  While I might miss those carefree moments from time to time, I’m so grateful for the brand new menu and even more thankful for the high chair and the person who has replaced our barstools.

Motherhood is my brand new menu.  I never saw myself as just a mom.  I’m so glad there’s more to it–the websites, the networking and more.  It’s taking a while to get used to the new options, but the extra side of hugs and spicy Bloody Marys are just as delicious.

And btw, the word “just” should never preface “mom.”  For all of us, there’s always more to it.  I’m just sayin.’

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Bars, bars and MORE bars

It’s no big secret that we’re huge commercial fans, here in our house.  But it’s those AT&T ‘More Bars in More Places’ commercials that always get us talking.  The Sweet Pea commercial?  Love them.  The Techno Twins? Um, even though they’re not really part of the ‘bars’ commercial, they crack me up.  The new long distance boyfriend and girlfriend/picture mail one?  Been there, love that.  But the most recent one, with the guys launching the new brewery, has us rewinding and yelling BARS, BARS and MORE BARS!

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Well, okay, I’m the one cheating by just yelling bars.   Bars, as in more coverage in more places, not the happy hour, beer and shot-filled kind.   Jeff and I play a game where we point out all the bars in the commercial that are made out of mundane objects–baguettes, vases, beer mugs.  The bars, that represent AT&T’s tagline, More Bars in More Places, are sometimes ever so subtle that each commercial is a new game.  Does anyone else do this or are we the only nerds that are so easily amused?

Yes, these are our new bars.  A few years ago, we were that couple that memorized our local watering hole’s beer specials for every day of the week.  Long gone are the days of walking the block and half home after having said beer specials.  These days, we’re counting bars on those damn AT&T commercials—while having beers and enjoying it, of course!

Funny how times change…

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Different shades of an intoxicatingly green Saturday

On Saturday, we woke up to a roar of hearty voices out on the streets. It was barely 7am and a sea of green was already flooding the neighborhood. This past weekend was our town’s annual St. Patty’s Day parade, but for many, parade day translates into a huge drunkfest. With drinking into oblivion as the main objective, scores of out of towners come into our small mile-square city by trains, buses and if they’re crazy, cars.

In a different lifetime, the first Saturday of March was always reserved for morning till night bouts of debauchery, corned beef and cabbage, green wardrobe explosions, messy parties in way-too-small spaces and of course, good times with good friends. We’ve been known to start drinking mimosas, kegs and eggs at 9am with the nuttiest of them all. Unlike the many amateurs that ruin it for those that actually live here, we love to party, yet our translation of partying doesn’t equal fall-down-drunkenness and public acts of ridiculousness. I like to pretend I’ve become wise in my old age, or at least smarter in THAT sense. We’re seasoned pros, afterall; just a few short years ago, we were childless and hangovers didn’t equate into a next day death sentence.

Jen and Jeff St. Patty's Day 2006But alas, we set out to enjoy parade day with a whole new perspective.  Because our friends are all busy with their own lives and no one really expressed interest in this year’s St. Patty’s Day festivities, I wrote it off and marked it as a family fun day. So, for the first time, we actually attended the parade—yup, the actual parade for which all the drunken activities originally stemmed. Our first parade was so much fun. We walked over with our neighbors and enjoyed the new sights and sounds of St. Patty’s Day festivities. I never really realized how many organizations and bands participated! The bagpipes, horns and glockenspiels certainly completed this whole new perspective. It was a good time, and one that Jack thoroughly enjoyed.

My favorite band in the whole parade!Hoboken fire truck
crowds at the paradeattempt at self portrait

Even though we only walked a 6 block distance to the parade, walking amidst all the partyers, felt like we were on a different planet. A sober, less tragic one. A planet where I looked in the mirror before leaving the house. A planet where I could still walk in a straight line at 1pm. One where I could see in single, unblurred vision. It felt like we were being Punk’d, where Ashton Kutcher could’ve come around the corner to surprise us— it was THAT weird to be some of the only sober folks in a sea of lunacy.   Jack had a nice glimpse of what the circus is like!

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Midwest Travels cont’d

It’s been a busy couple of weeks for us with the traveling, catching up and resuming our daily craziness.  Jack isn’t quite back to his normal routine yet.  Just when I thought he was settling back in, the poor kid woke up with a stuffy nose.  No fever, just a clogged up nose.  With that stuffy nose, he almost sounds like his father when he snores!

Since I finally got around to doing 4 loads of laundry tonight, memories of our trip came flooding back.  We went to Wisconsin for Jeff’s (extended) family reunion, and what a time it was!  So, here’s my synopsis of our Midwest travels.
On the road again
Traveling with Jack this time around was much more seamless. The shorter flight, extra set of hands and morning departure worked out in our favor. The 2hr. car ride from Chicago to WI, however, not so seamless. I ended up having to hop in the backseat because Jack was in hysterics for half of the ride probably because he was so restrained all day long!  Lesson learned:  with small children in tow, direct flights are the way to go.
Once we finally made it to WI, we saw all the east coast family at the hotel and had fun hanging out and catching up.
Friday Night Fish Fry
The first night, we went out to dinner– Friday Night Fish Fry. From what I understand, this is a big thing in the Midwest. Not sure what other areas do it, but it’s pretty prevalent in this part of Wisconsin. This was my 2nd experience at Friday Night Fish Fry.  It’s exactly what it sounds like– the family gathering and enjoying a smorgasbord of fried fish and other goodness.
Later that night after we got the babies to sleep, all of the adult cousins got together at the “Uptown Bar.” We enjoyed the the $5.75 PITCHERS of beer. Jeff and I couldn’t get over the price difference. In Hoboken and moreso in NYC, often times, you can’t get a single drink under $6. Jeff was like a “pig in shit”  (As he likes to say.)  Beer for EVERYONE!

Saturday was the best day of the whole weekend. We all made it out to the family farm, where 2 of Jeff’s uncles still live. The farm was turned into acres and acres of wildlife refuge.The trails
Jeff’s uncle maintains the property and it is gorgeous! I can’t even begin to verbalize the beauty of the wide open spaces. We had a catered pig roast, lots of beer, wine and booze and plenty of ATV riding and exploring the property. All the kids–young and old–took turns riding the ATVs and getting a taste of life on the farm.  Because of location, we don’t get to see these relatives all that often, so it was such a wonderful day to spend with family. It was a great opportunity to introduce Jack to WI and a few new PA relatives. But to see Jeff channel his country boy side was quite the sight. He had so much fun riding those ATVs and doing what boys do.

Country boys...It was a well planned party and a much needed reunion. It’s so interesting to see how each sibling has lived their life and followed different paths, and then of course, seeing their children and grandchildren who are the products of those paths they’ve chosen. From the photos, you can tell that we’re from all different walks of life, but certainly bound by common denominators. Such is the beauty of family.

As they always say, family seems to get together for weddings and more weddings. I’m so glad this gathering had a much different motive –family togetherness– and one that I hope we all get to do again!

Chicago recap is next up!

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Midwest Travels cont’d

It’s been a busy couple of weeks for us with the traveling, catching up and resuming our daily craziness.  Jack isn’t quite back to his normal routine yet.  Just when I thought he was settling back in, the poor kid woke up with a stuffy nose.  No fever, just a clogged up nose.  With that stuffy nose, he almost sounds like his father when he snores!

Since I finally got around to doing 4 loads of laundry tonight, memories of our trip came flooding back.  We went to Wisconsin for Jeff’s (extended) family reunion, and what a time it was!  So, here’s my synopsis of our Midwest travels.
On the road again
Traveling with Jack this time around was much more seamless. The shorter flight, extra set of hands and morning departure worked out in our favor. The 2hr. car ride from Chicago to WI, however, not so seamless. I ended up having to hop in the backseat because Jack was in hysterics for half of the ride probably because he was so restrained all day long!  Lesson learned:  with small children in tow, direct flights are the way to go.
Once we finally made it to WI, we saw all the east coast family at the hotel and had fun hanging out and catching up.
Friday Night Fish Fry
The first night, we went out to dinner– Friday Night Fish Fry. From what I understand, this is a big thing in the Midwest. Not sure what other areas do it, but it’s pretty prevalent in this part of Wisconsin. This was my 2nd experience at Friday Night Fish Fry.  It’s exactly what it sounds like– the family gathering and enjoying a smorgasbord of fried fish and other goodness.
Later that night after we got the babies to sleep, all of the adult cousins got together at the “Uptown Bar.” We enjoyed the the $5.75 PITCHERS of beer. Jeff and I couldn’t get over the price difference. In Hoboken and moreso in NYC, often times, you can’t get a single drink under $6. Jeff was like a “pig in shit”  (As he likes to say.)  Beer for EVERYONE!

Saturday was the best day of the whole weekend. We all made it out to the family farm, where 2 of Jeff’s uncles still live. The farm was turned into acres and acres of wildlife refuge.The trails
Jeff’s uncle maintains the property and it is gorgeous! I can’t even begin to verbalize the beauty of the wide open spaces. We had a catered pig roast, lots of beer, wine and booze and plenty of ATV riding and exploring the property. All the kids–young and old–took turns riding the ATVs and getting a taste of life on the farm.  Because of location, we don’t get to see these relatives all that often, so it was such a wonderful day to spend with family. It was a great opportunity to introduce Jack to WI and a few new PA relatives. But to see Jeff channel his country boy side was quite the sight. He had so much fun riding those ATVs and doing what boys do.

Country boys...It was a well planned party and a much needed reunion. It’s so interesting to see how each sibling has lived their life and followed different paths, and then of course, seeing their children and grandchildren who are the products of those paths they’ve chosen. From the photos, you can tell that we’re from all different walks of life, but certainly bound by common denominators. Such is the beauty of family.

As they always say, family seems to get together for weddings and more weddings. I’m so glad this gathering had a much different motive –family togetherness– and one that I hope we all get to do again!

Chicago recap is next up!

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Easter Sunday Funday

Ahhh. We’re back from yet another trip to Va., and here I am at home (in the same pjs as I wore all day yesterday, no less) fighting off another family hangover and head cold. Exhaustion has finally caught up with me.

mom and the boyJack enjoyed his first Easter, as much as an almost 6-month old would enjoy any other day. As usual, he was very well behaved in church. Thanks to all-day church tv with my mom, Jack knows how to “sing” in church. Instead of crying, my kid “sings,” often at the most inappropriate and quietest times. It’s hysterical. He is also beginning to understand that he’s not the only baby in the world. So, when he hears other babies, like he did in church, he perks up and gets so concerned.eggs

I did a minimal basket for the boy, considering he has no concept of who or what the hell is an Easter Bunny. I got him a few books, new pacis and a few weeks ago, we stocked up on Melissa and Doug toys for the future.

For my family, and now my own tiny brood, Easter is a spiritual time. I’ll be the the first to admit that I often go overboard on pastel colored plastic eggs and chocolate treats. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that it is still a time of reflection and renewal.

We barely had time to do anything but shuttle the boy around. It was so fun seeing all the bigger kids smother Jack, not to mention watch Jack kissy both of my brothers. It was great to share his kissies and roly polying all over the place. It makes me smile to see him make others smile. But truly, while I’m feeling the effects exhaustion and irritability of a head cold, possibly a result of all of thKissy uncle Johne above, I have to reiterate, I’m looking forward to our own family traditions. You know, the ones where the unsolicited comments are at a minimum and judgment casting is at a dull roar.

And sadly, something I always look forward to– there wasn’t even enough time to see many friends this trip, which also means I didn’t get any much needed beer time. While I love visiting family and friends back home, I appreciate things the way they are… in N.J.

It’s a good thing the Turnpike goes both north and south. It’s also good to be back home.

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St. Patty’s Day Revisited

On Saturday morning, our apartment looked like a nursery exploded atop an infirmary. Instead of cleaning and serving fruit juice like I should have, I put my mom/wife hat aside and had a chance to revisit my retired weekend warrior ways for a few hours.
Like the previous 5 years on the first Saturday of March, I donned my best green t-shirt, most obnoxious green beads and joined the buoyant throngs of people to celebrate Hoboken’s St. Patty’s day.

It’s hard to completely verbalize the ridiculousness that surrounds the day’s festivities because A) it’s not St. Patty’s Day yet B) it’s such a raucous event that stems from a parade that we’ve yet to witness [it exists but we've never been.] C) it just doesn’t seem right.

St. Patty's Day 2007, the gangDepending on who you ask, it’s good natured fun/insanity that revolves around early morning drinking, marathon citywide partying and more often than not, adults behaving inappropriately as a result of all of the above. If you calculate back to last year’s events, I was about 3 months pregnant and didn’t participate in the imbibing that brought out of town relatives and friends. With Jeff still under the weather, it was my turn for a social outing. So while the boys hung out at home, I went over to our neighbors’ condo down the block and had mimosas, bloody marys and chocolate chip pancakes– a much more subdued version of years past. As usual, I made Corned Beef and Cabbage for lunch for everyone. In contrast to my usual recipe, I braised the beef in Guinness. Anything braised in beer is pretty damn delicious if I say so myself.

Instead of checking in on Jeff and Jack via cellphone, I marched the block back over to our place to physically check in over the course of the day. That’s one good thing about being urban, well at least in our predicament: friends are just a block away. As a side note, because we’re so far from family, we decided that close proximity to friends will be a prerequisite for when we finally do move to the suburst.pattys early morning linesbs. It rocks not having to drive anywhere, especially on days like that.

I’m very forgetful when it comes to charging my cellphone, so as luck would have it, when I separated from our group for a few hours to visit Jeff’s friend in his absence, you guessed it…I lost my friends for the rest of the day. I ended up hanging out with Jeff’s friends and played Beer Pong for a few hours until I remembered that whether I like it or not, I will have a 5 month old wailing at 5am. I stumbled home by cab and reconvened with my boys, who were sitting there waiting for me.
It sounds so wrong to admit that I was out gallivanting thst.pattyscarbombse streets while my baby and husband were at home, but you know what? I haven’t let down my hair like that since early 2006. Whether it’s all day socializing or a day of pampering, everyone deserves a day to let loose. This was my day of freedom.

Jeff remained on diaper/bottle duty for several hours until I slept off the effects of Beer Pong. And just like I predicted, I was up and at ‘em at 5am on Sunday morning. Regardless of what I chose to do the day before, when the boy calls, I answer. Looking back, I’m sad that I missed out on hanging out with Jack all day on Saturday. But in the same token, it felt good to have time to unwind with friends, to recharge in a way. Since I bowed out earlier rather than later on Saturday, I can’t say I was one of those adults behaving inappropriately. Having fun is one thing, going overboard is something I’ve outgrown.

We’ll leave that kind of fun to the amateurs!

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St. Patty’s Day Revisited

On Saturday morning, our apartment looked like a nursery exploded atop an infirmary. Instead of cleaning and serving fruit juice like I should have, I put my mom/wife hat aside and had a chance to revisit my retired weekend warrior ways for a few hours.
Like the previous 5 years on the first Saturday of March, I donned my best green t-shirt, most obnoxious green beads and joined the buoyant throngs of people to celebrate Hoboken’s St. Patty’s day.

It’s hard to completely verbalize the ridiculousness that surrounds the day’s festivities because A) it’s not St. Patty’s Day yet B) it’s such a raucous event that stems from a parade that we’ve yet to witness [it exists but we've never been.] C) it just doesn’t seem right.

St. Patty's Day 2007, the gangDepending on who you ask, it’s good natured fun/insanity that revolves around early morning drinking, marathon citywide partying and more often than not, adults behaving inappropriately as a result of all of the above. If you calculate back to last year’s events, I was about 3 months pregnant and didn’t participate in the imbibing that brought out of town relatives and friends. With Jeff still under the weather, it was my turn for a social outing. So while the boys hung out at home, I went over to our neighbors’ condo down the block and had mimosas, bloody marys and chocolate chip pancakes– a much more subdued version of years past. As usual, I made Corned Beef and Cabbage for lunch for everyone. In contrast to my usual recipe, I braised the beef in Guinness. Anything braised in beer is pretty damn delicious if I say so myself.

Instead of checking in on Jeff and Jack via cellphone, I marched the block back over to our place to physically check in over the course of the day. That’s one good thing about being urban, well at least in our predicament: friends are just a block away. As a side note, because we’re so far from family, we decided that close proximity to friends will be a prerequisite for when we finally do move to the suburst.pattys early morning linesbs. It rocks not having to drive anywhere, especially on days like that.

I’m very forgetful when it comes to charging my cellphone, so as luck would have it, when I separated from our group for a few hours to visit Jeff’s friend in his absence, you guessed it…I lost my friends for the rest of the day. I ended up hanging out with Jeff’s friends and played Beer Pong for a few hours until I remembered that whether I like it or not, I will have a 5 month old wailing at 5am. I stumbled home by cab and reconvened with my boys, who were sitting there waiting for me.
It sounds so wrong to admit that I was out gallivanting thst.pattyscarbombse streets while my baby and husband were at home, but you know what? I haven’t let down my hair like that since early 2006. Whether it’s all day socializing or a day of pampering, everyone deserves a day to let loose. This was my day of freedom.

Jeff remained on diaper/bottle duty for several hours until I slept off the effects of Beer Pong. And just like I predicted, I was up and at ‘em at 5am on Sunday morning. Regardless of what I chose to do the day before, when the boy calls, I answer. Looking back, I’m sad that I missed out on hanging out with Jack all day on Saturday. But in the same token, it felt good to have time to unwind with friends, to recharge in a way. Since I bowed out earlier rather than later on Saturday, I can’t say I was one of those adults behaving inappropriately. Having fun is one thing, going overboard is something I’ve outgrown.

We’ll leave that kind of fun to the amateurs!

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