Everyone has had a long week. My first full week, Shane's first week. The boys first week at the sitter. We're all a little off kilter and struggling to adjust to this new schedule (especially Tommy, who may as well still be attached to me via umbilical cord as far as he's concerned). I asked Luke what he wanted for dinner tonight, because sometimes I like to pretend that I'm in charge of dinner and he said, "To eat at a rest-ah-rant."
And so, off to a rest-ah-rant we went, where we proceeded to eat huge cheeseburgers dripping with cheese and ketchup, crinkle cut fries, and drink cold lemonade, followed by disgustingly rich ice cream (a strawberry cone for Luke, turtle shake for me).
Our tummies were unbelievably full. We came home and wrestled on the floor, then took our baths and those two boys passed out with a belly full of carbs and sugar. It was good. I love them.