cereal for dinner

Tonight was to be our first real date since Cordelia's birth. Scott's 40th birthday party in Seattle - a real event! We worked out the innumerable logistics and steadied ourselves for the worry of leaving our little one asleep at a the guest of honor's house with a babysitter. Our only escape hatch was if she was still stuffy and cranky, still sick, we wouldn't go.

This morning I knew right away that we would not be going to the party. We wouldn't have a date and we would not need to worry about the sitter. We will save those adventures for some other day, hopefully in the not too distant future.

Meanwhile, instead of birthday delights, I had cereal for dinner. Instead of a night on the town, we are watching (ho hum) the FOURTH disk in a FIVE-part series on the Civil War. Oh, friends, save me. And save me SOON.