by Kate Willoughby Hall, who lives “Over the Edge” as seen in this photo, and is so excited for an adult night out. All night. Which means until approximately nine o’clock.
photo by www.davidproettphotography.com
Tonight my husband and I will have no children from @6pm until noon on Saturday. This is pretty unbelievable fact, considering both of our parents are understandably terrified about taking all three of our kids, ages eight, five and three all at once, so it basically never happens.
But when the eight-year-old was invited to a sleepover and our in-laws asked to take (as they like to do) middle kid alone for a sleepover, my husband got pretty brave and asked if they’d take a pair of kids. They accepted, and our planning began.
OOOH, where will we go? To the movies? Out to dinner, downtown? I like to live on the edge, as you can see from the photo above. I mean, I jump off of 400-foot buildings, speak to large crowds of people, and organize events all over town and speak about my book as part of my job. I like the action baby. AND we don’t have to pay a babysitter eighty bucks, or hurry home? We could even spend the night downtown so we can walk everywhere we go? It’s all just too much to take.
So we got our plan together, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to involved a really nice dinner out and all kinds of galavanting around Richmond. My husband has all sorts of fun planned, and wants to go here, there and everywhere and take me out on the town. But a terrible truth looms: if I have my way, I’ll be in my snuggly jammies and asleep by nine o’clock. Because the painful truth is that is what I fantasize about most days. If you don’t hear from me for a few days, I may be in a sleep coma. Don’t worry, I’m sure my three LOUD, sweet children will be happy to help me snap out of it.
