But, my dear friends, WE ARE NOT THERE YET.
Happy Gilmore in the penalty box:
We squeezed a little date action into our hockey weekend, getting a babysitter and heading to watch Harry play BY OURSELVES. It was lovely. And we drank our favorite beer and the baskets of fried food and even hung out a little bit with other parents while the kids got dressed for the game even though everyone was mindful of our date, which was kind of funny.
We had such a lovely time and came home around dinner time so refreshed and rejuvenated that we took the kids out for dinner, which is usually something we hate to do.
Dorothy fell asleep eating, which was totally nostalgic because sleep eating was her THING.
'Til next year, you little animal!