Scott and I went to an actual grown-up Christmas party last week. We were late getting there, leaving after the kids were asleep, but we savored every morsel of the meal and enjoyed every sip of wine and adult conversation. Of course, everyone was talking about their kids and parenthood: spit up, peepee and poop stories; TTC (trying to conceive) hysterical mishaps; post-vasectomy pros and cons. Most of them were dual-income families like us, lamenting the economic downturn but thankful for the little important things like the Argentinian red wine, secure jobs, and the health of family and warmth of good friends.
No comments:
Post a Comment