Week 1, done. Not only for my half marathon training, but also my first week at the new job. I could not be more pleased. While keeping in mind, it was just the first week, I really think I'm going to like it. After being so unhappy for so long in the old one, everything seemed refreshing, the people, the boss, the cubicle. I have not one thing to complain about. I know it won't be all roses and sunshine. I have learned that in my old age. But I'm confident in the change I've made.
So completely switching gears, we haven't made it a habit to take the kids to dinner with us at a "restaurant with a waiter". Anyone under the age of 5 just doesn't appreciate that experience. And cutting every one's food with an audience just isn't something on the top 5 "love to do" list. Its more work there, than it is at home. So its a rare occasion when the kids get to bust out their best manners and show us their stuff. But they do have "the speech" down. This is where we're all in the van, in the parking lot of some public place. I turn around and face them all, with my sternest look and threaten them an inch short of their lives if they embarrass me in any way shape or form while in said public place.
Tonight, we decide, we have to have our favorite Mexican food, which happens to be at a restaurant with a waiter. But we were craving it, so we loaded them all up and drove across town. While in the parking lot, they basically repeated "the speech" back to me, adding their own examples of how "we don't play with other people's napkins or eat chips off the floor." I don't know what happened in the past 2 years, but my kids have grown up. They were model children at the restaurant. And I'm not one of those moms who says that about their kids. Mine are the first to be instigating the trouble. We had a really, nice, enjoyable dinner.
Now, that being said, brace yourselves because one smooth week can only mean one thing. Next week.....I'll probably want to sell the children, quit my job and trade in my husband. Ha Ha. Oh, I kid...