Thank You, Mom and Dad

Lovebug stopped nursing in June. When he was fifteen months old. I shouldn't say "stopped", I should say "was weaned off the boob more carefully than the average heroin addict going into rehab". Nonetheless, Lovebug is no longer nursing. In the last four months, I've had three nights without my children (yes, those are the only nights ever). They have spent the night with their grandparents. I have gotten drunk and slept late.

Except for last night. Because night off #3 was not for a special occasion, other than that of the Triplezmom-is-going-insane variety. What last night was really about, in fact, was this morning. Last night was nice because we ate dinner while watching Ugly Betty and I didn't eat any vegetables. Or anything that would set a good example for my children.

But today was even better because I slept until after 9am. Then I just made one breakfast (Hot Guy's ability to sleep late is legendary, I will have to wake him to go to grandma and grandpa's) and read Time magazine while I ate it. Now I'm blogging with no interruptions (you'd think this would be a better blog, wouldn't you?).

I wonder if I could convince my parents to take them EVERY Saturday?