On Thursday night we had parent night at the toddler's new school. As we sat there in shock that we are actually old enough to have a child in school (granted she is only 2 1/2 but we expected her not to attend school until age 4). Since we already had a babysitter with the girls (and for those that know me know that this is a HUGE deal that I'm leaving my girls with a sitter) we decided to go out to dinner.
AT 8 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT!
As we walked onto the downtown mall in shock that we were going out to dinner AT 8 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT I felt a strange sense of my being my old self. The pre kids self.
Over dinner though the husband revealed something so shocking that I am not sure how I can look at him the same way.
When we first moved to MA we didn't have air conditioning in our house and during the day our house would get hot. So hot that our poor boxer would get sick and throw up/poop in her cage almost every single day. The husband would usually get home first from work so he got the honors of cleaning out the cage. Keep in mind an 80lb boxer needs a big cage.
Except some days the husband apparently would get home, see that our boxer had gotten sick, decide he couldn't deal with it, and he'd go sit in the Walmart parking lot and wait for me to get home and clean the cage! What! Really?
Can you imagine me hauling a giant dog crate full of shit out of our front door so I could wash it out?
I just looked at him and shook my head.
And then because we had never been out after dark since we've lived in VA we totally missed our neighborhood on our way home and drove right past it!
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