I love my husband. Today he is off work and he took the kids for a play date at a friend's house. (Her husband is home alone with the kiddo while she celebrates her birthday at a spa!) So the boys, and their boys are playing this morning.
I got ready and left the house at the same time as the boys but I got in my husband's manual transmission sedan (no car seats here) and ran a few errands. I went to the fabric store because I needed one final thing to finish my yoga mat bag (I'll show you when it's done).
After that I accidentally ran into a cafe and had a scandalous and passionate affair with a caramel macchiato and a chocolate croissant. I chose to have kids and to stay home with them. I love it, even teaching Jack how to play gently and share with Henry can be sweet... sometimes. But it's grueling too. So this little treat; this kid-free, decadent, warm and toasty breakfast rendez-vous felt so very special.
And it was, my friends, it was.