It doesn't seem to matter how organized I try and be... if it involves our family going somewhere, on time, wearing nice clothes.. it's always going to turn into some chaotic event involving me running up and down the stairs eleventy million times.
It will also include me sporting a sweat 'stache.
Thankfully, I wasn't going with, so it didn't matter how I looked, or how much sweat was pooling on my upper lip.
The plan was, RB was going to take the girls out for dinner, then to the dance.
I take all the credit on teaching him how to 'do a date' properly...seeing as though we've been together since junior high. But I would like to state this for the record: He always took me to Bonanza. Last night, he took the girls to Red Robin. I'm sure it was the allure of the never ending fry basket that helped make his decision, but whatever the reason, I am quite certain the girls' dinner was better than any dinner I ever ate at Bonanza.
I was going to tag long for dinner, because ... well... the 3:1 ration can be a bit daunting. Turns out, they met up with our cousins Joey, Maggie and Estelle and I was able to stay home and clean the bathroom and kitchen. I know, I really know how to go all out on a Friday night.
The bathroom AND the kitchen.
And for fun, I tormented Agnes with the vacuum.
According to RB, dinner went pretty smoothly.
I find that a little hard to believe since there were 5 children, ages 3 to 7, with only two male 'supervisors'... at a restaurant for about an hour.... but as long as they had fun, ate, and left without any huge catastrophes... I would call that a successful dinner.
They were able to make it to church a little early, and got their pictures taken right away before the line became huge. I can't wait to see the picture. Between Ali's aversion to camera flashes, and Ainsley's smile... it's going to be awesome.
Then it was time to hit the dance floor.
Ali was pumped because they did a 'chain dance' -- they made a train of people and danced through the dance floor.
RB said that Ainsley danced... and danced... and danced... and he only lost her once on the way back from the dessert table.
He said it in a way that losing her 'only once' was a good thing. Ha!
But, I guess, if we were going to lose her in a sea of people... losing her at church was probably the best scenario. She was just fine when he found her, she was dancing with a new friend she made.
I actually had other plans last night. Once I was done cleaning, I showered and headed to the mall to find some Valentine's Day presents since I was, for once, kidless.
And that is when I saw approximately 83 Justin Biebers.
I spent approximately 45 minutes at the mall.
I will never spend another minute there on a Friday night.
I then went to my Bestie's birthday party, which didn't even start until 8 pm.
Who starts a party at 8 AT NIGHT?
I was exhausted and wanting my flannel pj's.
I managed to stay out until the wee hour of 9 pm, and then headed home.
Another successful Daddy Daughter Dance in the books.
I have big plans for myself next year.... that includes...doing nothing.
My four most favorite people in the world.
Daddy Daughter Dance
2012
