In no way is today’s post a complaint or whiny entry.  This is simply a statement of the facts of this past weekend.  In what was to be a small break from our insane schedule the past few months (Megan is wrapping up her Master’s degree so there are zero days off from either work or clinical or class – Saturdays and Sundays are just another day for the near future), my sister-in-law was to take the girls for a sleepover.  As fate would have it, she came down with the flu on Thursday night and is still barely able to get out of bed so our planned, rare Saturday night off never came to pass.  Anyone who is a parent knows this is standard operating procedure – the best plaid plans are waylaid 50% of the time due to someone being sick.

So instead of a nice dinner and movie for the two of us, we went to a nice loud place with the four of us – Taco Mac.  The nice thing about Decatur is the bars in the area all cater to families before 7 and they do blockbuster business for two shifts – one for the early bird families and then one for the regular drinking crowd.  I assume this is a variation on what Florida restaurants get – an early shift for the Matlock crowd and then dinner time for anyone who doesn’t reek of talcum powder and regret.

As the pictures below can attest, being a parent takes on a different meaning when you say “I’m going out on Saturday evening”.  Again, it’s not a bad thing, simply different.

Oscar Blues Ten Fidy draught on the right for Daddy, blended carrots for Katie on the left.  Carcasses of dead chicken wings in the background.

An extreme closeup of a lady that sat on my lap for a portion of the evening.