So Mom walks in about four o'clock and announces that we are going out to dinner. "We" being me and my husband. By ourselves. Just because... well, Grandma feels like watching the bairns. God Bless Grandma.
After few minutes of settling boys (quite the feat- this is the end of Spring Break, and Joey is definitely ready to go back to school), we raced out the door and into the car. We toyed for a minute with the idea of going to France. Or back to India for a spell. Las Vegas would do. But we decided to just go on to dinner instead.
We had three Indian places in town for a moment, and it was lovely. But the one I liked closed down, the second one the food was terrible so it closed, and now we are left with only one. We decided to chance it. Ah, mango lassi and lamb korma... yum yum yum. It turned out great. We ate, we chatted about possibilities for the future, we came home.
It lasted an hour and a half.
We need to learn to take our time. Maybe drink more. Breathe.