DRASTIC change of plan last night. Our youngest (aged 2) had a bad reaction to the antibiotics we’re giving him to clear up a chest infection. And when I say “bad”, I mean his recently-consumed dinner being sprayed over large sections of carpet and curtains. You get the picture.
So instead of a romantic, candle-lit dinner for two to celebrate the tenth anniversary of our nuptials (memo to self: Google “nuptials” to make sure it’s not rude), we cancelled the babysitter and sat in front of the TV. There was still champagne, and the vegetarian fajitas were nice (don’t ask). And there is something sweet, not to say appropriate, in spending the evening of your wedding anniversary being parents and tending to a wee guy who wouldn’t even exist if you hadn’t got together in the first place.
Anyway, we can go out for dinner any time, and we will as soon as conference is over, provided Reggie’s chest has cleared up. I just hope we can get that smell out of the carpet.