Any of you with kids knows that the average weekend follows a predictable pattern. Mine looks something like this:
This weekend was different. We cashed in some sitting favors (Thank you to our dear friends. You know who you are) and went on up to Denver. We went to a loud, raucous Halloween party that did not involve any characters from Frozen. Anyone who got sick probably didn't have too much candy to blame. My only comment is that I did not do my 20s properly.
We then slept until 10 AM, had a leisurely brunch, cruised the mall for a few minutes (yes, a fountain pen may have been purchased to commemorate the sale of my book) and then we went home to collect the kids who promptly went down for their 2 PM naps.
The added benefit is that while I am tired, poorer, and exceedingly conscious today that I am 35, not 22, I am ready to tackle the week with a lot more enthusiasm. I stepped *way* outside my comfort zone and it paid off.
I'm calling it a win.