The Show

Another first last night. I went to a concert. At night. Without my child. It was awesome. My friend Kim, of Creating Ms. Perfect fame, and I headed over to the Birchmere to see Kathleen Edwards (another Ottawa native). I had not been to a show since October 2006 (Emmylou Harris, also at the Birchmere), and it was so cool to be in a room full of adults listening to some rockin good tunes. If I were a rock star, I'd like to be like Ms. Edwards.

My loving husband was on babysitting duty. It didn't go so well for him. The babe asked for mama for ten minutes straight when they got home (verbally and by signing "mother"). She proceeded to be a pain in the bottom, not eat her food, and not settle down to sleep until an hour of much drama and tears had passed. It sounds as if she took me going to a concert much worse than me going to New York City for an evening. Strange but true.

I will admit I didn't miss the babe last night. There were no tears shed when I did the hand off at my husband's office at 5:45 pm. I can easily handle evening escapades at this point. Now I have to make sure I actually make them happen every once in a while!