I'm going to a concert tonight. A real adult outing with girlfriends. I've been looking forward to it for weeks. I need to feed the baby, eat, and get changed by 6:45. The baby got shots yesterday and has spent all parts of the day when he wasn't smiling, fussing (I'm typing this one handed on my phone).
It's 5:45. He hasn't left the office yet. It's a 25 minute commute AFTER he picks up L. Which takes another 20 minutes. So I will be racing out the door and eating a handful of pretzels for dinner. Jerk.