Bad Parents
I like to think that Sam and I are involved parents. Above and beyond the basic necessities for our children we try to see that our kids have happy childhoods, which brings me to the "bad" part...
Friday, Owen's preschool was hosting a pot luck costume party. Now, I don't know abut you, but just the idea of 32 runny nosed children and their siblings breathing all over my food sends me running for the Zicam. Nonetheless, I prepared my "main dish" - a new favorite butternut squash recipe I found at Smitten Kitchen.
Okay, back to how we are horrible parents. Sam left work early because the party started at 6. By the time he got home it was already 6; the kids were dressed and ready to walk out the door. We loaded up and drove 15 minutes across town. We walked in at 6:15, at 6:23 Laney began to peel off her pink poodle costume and by 6:30 we were back in the car and headed to Wendy's dive thru.
Sam and I are different in many ways, but this is not one of them. All it took was the "lets get out of here" look and we grabbed our plates, which, by the way, were already empty, grabbed the kids and left. The room was crowded, children were squealing and screaming, toddlers stripping down to their onesies (ahem), balloons were flying and after the October birthday bonanza, we had had ENOUGH.
We did feel slightly validated when, upon getting in the car, Owen said, "that place was way too loud". Having been plagued with guilt (and hunger), after strapping the dinosaur, giraffe and pink poodle into the car we headed to Wendy's. So there you have it - bad, bad parents depriving our preschooler of a Halloween costume party and clogging his arteries with fast food. Bad I tell you B-A-D.












































