And it wasn't a disaster

We have largely been avoiding any restaurant where you don't place your order at the counter. This is mostly because I don't feel (so) bad when my 3 month old decides to scream his little head off for 10 or 15 minutes. He's getting better, but the crying spells are still unpredictable and unstoppable.

Today was the end of a very long week for everyone. Ry worked crazy hours, which meant that I, too worked crazy hours. Most evenings he made it home just before bedtime for the boys, so at least I wasn't trying to get them both down at night. Since he was gone last week and away most of the days this week, by the time we got to today, we were both beat up and wrung out. So we decided to go out to dinner, at a real restaurant with real servers. Brave, I know.

As it turns out, it was delightful. Our waitress was lovely, T was amused by his crayons and I Spy book and then ate an enormous meal, and F had only a few fussy minutes before he passed out on my collarbone. Ry and I got to have a real adult conversation and real adult beverage. Ahhh. Sometimes the stars align and everything is effortless. This was one of those evenings.