We tempted fate a second time and took the boys to dinner downtown last night. There was a little more moaning than usual about having to wear dressy clothes but that probably had everything to do with the fact that we’d been in our pajamas for the better part of the day.
For the record, I kicked tail and took names got seven loads of laundry folded AND PUT AWAY (the putting away always gets me) and the kitchen floor swept and mopped, all in my pajamas, because I am strangely more productive in flannel.
I should have put flannel on the boys last night because I forgot that Family Dinner Night means pasta and red sauce and by the time the meal was over, Travis looked like he’d been in a drive-by but everyone was happy and had a great time, especially the other patrons who got to witness JJ executing a flawless rendition of the jukey dance in the buffet line because the piano player chose that moment to play a familiar tune and I have raised my children in the way they should go and that means dancing when we hear Charlie Brown.
I think lessons at Arthur Murray are on tap for next week.
Have a nice day.