I don't bowl...

Recently I did something I rarely get to do...

have dinner with a friend whose friendship I cherish at a swanky restaurant in a big city.

We squeezed ourselves into the restaurant as it was, as so many hip places are, packed to the rafters. I read her pretty lips to understand her over the myriad of conversations going on around us.

There were other girls there, just like us, catching up over a half litre of a big dry red.

There were corporate groups and younger couples.

I looked at those young couples and was reminded of my life BC…Before Children.

This was Kevin and I over 12 years ago.

We lived in the big city. We took the subway to work. We worked in big office towers with white twinkle lights outside. We worked late…because we could.

We would meet after work under the twinkle lights. We would decide where we would go for dinner. We would order a bottle of wine…not a glass. We would try new things. We would share dessert. We took our time.

On Saturday Kevin and I were offered 3 children free hours mid afternoon while the Sensei at Charlotte's martial arts academy watched over our kids and let them eat pizza and chips and...ring pops.

I thought briefly of using that time to clean my toilets...

or shop for a few more presents.

But instead we were us 12 years ago...for three short hours...and it was nice.

Then we picked the kids up and went off to get our tree...

Court with purple ring pop mouth
and it was a good thing we didn't cut down our own.  We barely made it through the 5 minute jaunt around the orchard...

before Court crashed from his sugar high...

and we picked up a nice pre-cut pine.  On the way home Court told me the reason behind his meltdown...

he explained that it was because he really hasn't gone bowling very much. Only once or twice.  That was why he completely lost it at the apple orchard?

I am a horrible mother.  I don't bowl.


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