My Seussical Life for 2004 December 16

Dave was away for a dinner with some professors and a potential faculty member, so I took the boys out for pizza last night. This meant I didn't have to cook or clean up. Then I put the monkeys straight to bed, turned on the "baby monitor," took the speaker over to my neighbors (in the apartment building--I'm not neglectful), and went to a friend's house to make Christmas treats. This was a night off. Why wasn't it enough? I had a break, so why don't I feel like it? I can never figure out this strange juggling act of parenting.