I did finally get a plan together to celebrate Hubby’s birthday.
With the severe absence of Hawaiian cuisine (other than an ice cream shop that I found), he gave me the vague description of what type of thing he wanted to do with a baby/dog sitter for the evening.
Go out to eat. Somewhere different, but not too different. Somewhere with good, somewhat fancy seeming food but that was very casual. Somewhere out of town, but not far away.
So I found a Caribbean place (the Thai and Chinese ones I found qualified as “too different” in being extremely authentic). Checked to make sure it was still there. Perused the menu to accommodate whatever he meant by “different but not too different” sent directions to his phone, and secretly planned to take him out for pineapple whips for dessert.
I did not account for him being in a “mood”.
He’s been pretty awful about the whole thing and we ended up skipping dessert while he moped and fussed and we ended up going home (at least the curried goat was good). He was kind of nasty to everyone that day.
We talked and I’m thinking mid-life crisis. Yay.
Meanwhile, I’m the one who it’s been pointed out to lately that she doesn’t have any friends. The definition of “friends” being someone you see at least once a month, face-to-face, in a social setting, who’s known you at least 7-10 years and to whom you are not related by either blood or marriage. I think with that definition though, pretty much everyone with little kids has no friends. So I don’t feel too bad.
As far as Sasha is concerned? Well, he has a black eye right now, so no pictures. He snatched a phone a tad to vigorously and smacked himself in the face with it. Meanwhile, his paternal Grandma is trying to convince me to get him into modeling. As much as I think my son is beautimous, I just can’t be a “stage mom”. It’s not something I want for us.