Our First Kid Free Night in Forever

Saturday night, the unthinkable happened. In a good way. Justin's brother and his wife kept our kids overnight so that we could have an entire night to ourselves. You guys. An. entire. night. I literally have not had a great night's sleep since Reid was born. The kid just doesn't sleep through the night, and sometimes it really starts to wear on me. It was time.

A coworker and friend was getting married that evening, so we spent our kid free night all dressed up and snazzy, which was another luxury we don't often get to enjoy. I wore red heels, y'all. If you know me at all, you know heels are reserved mostly for job interviews. I may be only five feet tall, but I prefer flats. We were feeling pretty good in our fancy clothes.

 
The wedding was short and sweet, and the reception was like something straight out of Pinterest. The venue was an art museum downtown, and the food was the best I'd had in a long time. Pecan encrusted chicken? Gouda mac and cheese bites? Sweet potato fries with cinnamon sugar and a white chocolate drizzle? Don't mind if I do. Good times were had by all.

My one complaint was that there wasn't a whole lot of seating at this particular venue, and those sassy red heels started to kill, so we took off around 8:30. I may or may not have taken my shoes off to walk the two blocks to the parking garage.

 
So there we were, all dressed up with no place to go, kid free. So we did what any couple would do under the circumstances. We went to Starbucks and sat in comfy chairs and sipped fancy coffee concoctions in celebration of this rare moment of alone time. That, my friends, was the best soy peppermint mocha I've ever had.

That night, despite my deep and unconditional love for my children, I slept like a baby. And then we woke up to discover that we had missed texts and phone calls from Awesome Uncle Tim and Aunt Shannon, who had barely slept. Apparently Reid was not okay with taking a bottle in the middle of the night when he awoke, and then Colin woke up at some crazy hour asking for momma. I still feel bad about the night they had, but I am also completely grateful for the sleep, which has allowed me to be a better mom to my kids this week.

And, on a completely unrelated note, today is my last day to be 27 years old and I'm feeling pretty great about it. I'm not sure at which point birthdays will ever be viewed with dread. 30? 50? Maybe never? Whatever the case, I am young, healthy, and I have a beautiful family. This girl is blessed.