Tenth Anniversary

Our Tenth Wedding Anniversary

July 17, 2008

You'd think the big One-Oh would be a momentous occasion, with a fantastical trip to some far-off place, or a most romantic evening reflecting on the last decade of wonderful memories as a couple.

For us? I can honestly say it wasn't my worst anniversary. That would have been our seventh that we spent in the Neuro-ICU at Texas Children's Hospital eating McDonald's. If you know me, you know I absolutely loathe micky-d's.

I guess when you start adding kids to an anniversary you get a mixed bag. I thought, "hey, I didn't get sitter" (mistake #1) "so, let's make it a family occasion and celebrate our family's start". So, we decided to all go out to dinner (mistake #2) with hungry kids (mistake #3) and at a restaurant I wanted to eat at (mistake #4). Travis wanted the girls to know that what I wanted was more important to him. I should've reminded him that if the kids are content/quite, mom is content. (mistake #5).

So, we went to a Sushi restaurant (mistake #6) and Megan dumped water all over Travis, the table and the floor. Zoë flung pieces of her salad on the table because she didn't think she'd like them. Neither of the two girls ate much of anything. The waitress hardly gave us a chance to finish our appetizer (ording one was mistake #7) before she brought out the soup and that was followed a split second later by our entrees. Think maybe they wanted us to get out of there as soon as possible?

Miranda was her normal grabby-girl self (anything that gets too close to her hands is immediately caught in a death grip). We left the restaurant a mess, girls cranky and exhausted and still probably hungry, with me frustrated and sad that I didn't get to enjoy my sushi, nor have a rosy reflection on the last ten years as our family started and grew.

I'm just glad that my hubby rolls with the punches; he got the girls in bed and then we camped out in our living room playing video games. That was the best part of the evening.

I warned him, however, that for our 15th we are going to travel to an exotic place. I'm hoping for Europe. I'll be happy if it's a bed & breakfast down the street without any "parenting" responsibilities for more than 12 hours!

Just don't tell him that.