Night at the Movies
Every few weeks, my wonderful husband agrees to take charge and play Mr. Mom so that I can enjoy a night out with friends. A real, grown-up night out where conversations last more than 4.3 seconds and nobody lays on the floor to lick their shoes and the meal does not have to be consumed fast enough to qualify you for the national speed eaters finals. A night like this is kind of rare and really, really precious during our current life stage. At home, our nights together usually go something like this: Or this: The following is a description of events as relayed to me by both my husband and daughters. Names and places have not been changed. My hubby offered to take the girls to see Cars 2, something they’ve been begging to do for weeks now that the film has been out. I frankly didn’t care what they did while I was out as long as it didn’t involve illegal activity, sharp objects, or anything that might leave lasting emotional scars. They drove to the movie...