Its Friday. My parents took Jonathan for the night, an occurance that isn't as exciting as it used to be since Emma still in the house. Friday's used to be a party night, we'd actually go places called restaurants. We'd order food and people called waiters would bring it to us. We would talk about everything and nothing. We would never discuss feeding and napping schedules, dirty diapers, discipline issues. We might have a few cocktails. We might even take a cab home. Saturday morning we would sleep in and then go out for breakfast.
Growing up sucks. I want my Fridays back.
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