Moms vs. Dads

I went out for drinks this Wednesday with some of the other moms from Brendan's grade. We picked our destination for its Wednesday night drink specials and really good desserts. Each mom had one fancy martini and we split an extremely large order of extremely good bread pudding. We swapped stories about the kids' new teachers, about our kids and about each other. We left the restaurant at 10:00pm in time to meet the summer bedtimes of our ten year old boys.

I happened to be included in a more spontaneous invitation to go out on Saturday night. This was with a group of dads from Brendan's grade. The destination was our neighborhood bar, chosen for its proximately to all our homes. We consumed several rounds (!) of drinks and, as the bar has no kitchen, had a large sausage and mushroom pizza delivered to the bar. We swapped jokes, discussed and dissed the Bears and shared a few personal stories that I certainly won't repeat but definitely won't forget, either. The evening ended about midnight because I threatened to turn into a pumpkin, not because the dads were ready to call it quits. I am beginning to discover that as the only parent of two boys, my universe is expanding in truly unexpected directions.

My thanks to both the moms and the dads for two wonderful evenings, each in its own unique way.