October 24, 2005
it doesn’t take much to make me happy
Today was a good day because . . .
Henry ate one bite of a fish stick at school. Over the weekend he ate salt and vinegar potato chips. My joy knows no bounds.
Charlie wore Big Boy Underpants to school for the first time ever. He had one accident, but he timed it so that I arrived just as Ms. Stephanie finished cleaning him up, which I thought was very considerate of him.
I had a lunch date with my husband at a cute little place around the corner from our house that we never go to because they have NO children’s menu (which, of course, was why Wade suggested it today). It was wonderful.
It was cold enough to wear wool pants and my favorite cashmere sweater, and since both boys went to school all day and Wade has excellent table manners, there was no threat of anyone wiping peanut butter on me.
I have homemade spaghetti sauce and crusty bread in the freezer; dinner is made!
What more could I ask for?
Posted by Susan @ 4:22 pm • Uncategorized
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October 24th, 2005 at 4:44 pm, Heather Says:
Kowtowing in your general direction…I want a that day!! Please! Fling it into Wilma, she is heading my way! (Really! She’s not as fierce when she hits the North Atlantic.) Lets just say she’ll be cranky.
Anyway…sounds so GLORIOUS!!
October 24th, 2005 at 4:59 pm, The June Cleaver Diaries Says:
Soooo jealous of you. So very jealous.
October 24th, 2005 at 6:27 pm, Susan Says:
Oh, Katy, it got better–right after I posted this, my in-laws called to see if we wanted to meet them out for dinner. And because I would ALWAYS prefer to have someone else cook for me, I said OF COURSE! And out we went.
Now if I just had some wine, it would really be the perfect day.
October 24th, 2005 at 10:13 pm, adria Says:
That sounds like the best Monday, ever!
I am happy to hear you still have chips left.
October 25th, 2005 at 4:31 am, Misfit Hausfrau Says:
Best.Monday.Ever.
I am jealous of all of that, but especially that you have wool pants and a cashmere sweater. I have 7 pairs of yoga pants and some coffee/puke/formula stained tee shirts
October 25th, 2005 at 5:25 am, Missy Says:
And my husband would never be thoughtful like that. EVER. Does Wade give lessons on how to treat a great wife/mother? Or maybe just the name of a good lawyer?? Don’t laugh, I was serious.
October 25th, 2005 at 7:53 am, The June Cleaver Diaries Says:
Sigh. Now I’m even more jealous. Ditto what Hausfrau said about the wool/cashmere get-up. I was in Ann Taylor recently and nearly cried about all the clothes I can’t wear with babies, and couldn’t afford right now if I could!
BTW, it would have been cooler if the inlaws had instead offered to babysit, so you and Wade could go out for your second adult meal in one day!
October 25th, 2005 at 11:47 am, Aginoth Says:
Can I swap your day for the one I had on Sunday please….
October 25th, 2005 at 11:50 am, Susan Says:
I should clarify two things: Wade took me to lunch because he’s trying to buy a car and wants one that is slightly more than we had initially talked about; he thought that if I drove it I would be more inclined to agree to buy it. So he was more sucking up to me than rewarding me. Whatever–it was a kid free lunch. Buy the car! Buy two cars! Whoo hoo.
And the cashmere sweater is something I bought on HUGE clearance at J. Crew, before the boys, when I still had a job and disposable income that was TRULY disposable. After Henry was born, I put the sweater away, and then a couple of years ago, when we were well through the spit-up phase, I got it out again. And the first time I wore it, Henry gagged on (of all things) a fish stick and thew up all over me. I think I had to wash the damn sweater ten times to get the smell out.
But now that it has survived being vomited on, I figure I can wear it all the time. So I do! Watch for pictures.
October 25th, 2005 at 8:27 pm, MIM Says:
That sounds like a perfect day — well, nearly perfect. You didn’t have sex.
October 25th, 2005 at 8:34 pm, Susan Says:
Who says I didn’t?
October 26th, 2005 at 7:17 pm, the Girls' Moma Says:
I am with you on the one bite of fish stick at school. My daughter is TOTALLY picky and last week when I randomly took her to a child care center, the teacher told me as I was picking her up, “She ate a little bit of lunch, but not very much.” I’m sorry, what did you say? My daughter ate WHAT?!? And it wasn’t chicken nuggets? It was spaghetti? Oh, excuse me while I cry and hug you and kidnap you to come live at my house and get my child to EAT.
So yeah, I’m with you.
But I do still pick out her clothes, so maybe it’s just me.
October 26th, 2005 at 7:20 pm, Susan Says:
See, if I had girls, I would TOTALLY be picking out their clothes. With boys, I think, you just give up. No cute ANYTHING, so what’s the point? And you know they’re just going to roll in the grass and walk in the mud.
But girls, and those clothes . . . sigh.