20-25 years old: Thirsty Thursday - Saturday = bars; Sunday = brunch, trying to piece together the fragments you remember from the weekend.
25-30 years old: Lots of TV marathons, going out to dinner, and having friends/family over for home made meals.
30+: swim lessons, karate lessons, quick meals, and, if you're lucky, a glass of wine after bedtime.
This weekend we ran around as usual. Saturday, J had swim lessons in the morning, which he cried through (again). We dropped off our tax docs at our accountants in the afternoon, and then we hit the road to see my oldest friend, Megan. We've known each other since we were 11 years old in Mrs. Dargatz's class. It is always a blast when we get together. This time I got to see her new house that her boyfriend practically built from the ground up, which was cool. J had the opportunity to test just how baby-proofed their house was. He was honored.
Sunday, I went out with my good friend from college, Erin, and we went to this place in Lincoln Square called Gather (check it out here). If you try it out, the skillet and bloody marys are amazing. It's the kind of restaurant you eat with other people at the same table. As two die-hard intros, we didn't acknowledge those people.
Once I got home, I made a detox salad. You gotta detox after the crap you eat all weekend, right?
The salad included:
I'll probably add some bacon bits and goat cheese too; it doesn't have to be ALL detox foods, right?
and this amazing homemade lemon vinaigrette:
1/2 cup Lemon juice
1/2 cup olive oil
1/2 cup grated Parmesan
and a bit of salt, pepper, and honey to taste
Since having J, yes, my weekend has changed. It went from bars, parties, and restaurants (and all the money spending that went along with that) to family-friendly living. As much as I sometimes wish I could go back to that simple time - especially right now when J is in full toddler mode and acting like a bi-polar stretch arm strong - if given the chance, I wouldn't go back. This is where I'm supposed to be now.
What I listened to while writing:
J screaming as he opened and closed my office door
J whining when I took away the random stuff he grabbed off my desk
J crying when he couldn't get past the baby gate
Yes, I listened to all that while writing this and still wouldn't go back.....ask me again in 5 minutes.