Another Chicken Dinner

We had a date tonight. I guess that's what you'd call it. We paid a babysitter and went to dinner. Mike was asked to give the invocation at an annual chamber of commerce event. I decided that some intelligent conversation and lipstick would be good for me.

It was the first time I left Lydia with someone other than my mom. I was nervous throughout the day, knowing that she's teething and her digestive system is a little messed up from all the new solid foods she's consuming. But it would be a nice time, right?

So wrong.

I was bored. I knew no one. I sat and listened to strangers talk about town easter egg hunts and fishing derbies and sesquicentennial celebrations.

So $20 for a babysitter, a five minute car ride to talk with Mike, a chicken dinner (which means a potato, roll, and cold mixed vegetables for me), and a day of worry.

Was it worth it?

Nah.