Last night my oldest daughter had a sleepover and our son was home late from an outing. It meant our youngest was an only child for a while.
It was torture, clearly.
So to make up for it we offered her the kind of reward only possible at Chick Fil A. Waffle Fries. Yay!!!
But, things were more complicated because I hadn’t had a bath. And I might have had a head wound but I wasn’t going out stinky.
So, poor Pete had to make a choice. Take the stinky wife out kicking and screaming to the very close Chick Fil A. Or shoot her in the head.
I hear she can be difficult.
It meant that last night was a very big first.
The first time I stayed at home.
The first time my husband could trust me.
The first time that I was all by myself.
It was most definitely the first steps of independence that I’ve had.