Jake took Myer to his first Father and Son campout Friday night, but with a 10:00 curfew mind you. So that meant I had a night to myself. I found all my dry clean only clothes I could find, and went out with a girlfriend. Dinner was wonderful-- I didn't have to order with a mooching toddler in mind, rush, or leave a mess. I hate leaving a mess. And talking with an adult was refreshing. But, I don't think Jake did this for my sake, he was real excited to take Myer out where they could be boys. Myer came home filthy but with a smile on his face. Turns out that campout benefited both of us. And made us realize that weekends like that need to happen more often.
