Now that I am a wise, mature 45, I am a grown up. And I get to go to grown up parties. When we only had younger children, we self righteously proclaimed that we only went to family events that we could all go to. We had to all be together. About two seconds after we had teenagers capable of babysitting, we changed our tune. We were outta there.
Now we have weekly date nights to go grocery shopping together. I haven't convinced Kevin that it's a nice date, he still thinks grocery shopping is a pretty lame date. And every time we go, the eight year old complains that we just had a date last week. But I'm hangin' on to that food procurement event with my husband.
About twice a year someone in our circle of friends will throw a grown up party. It's not as if we do or say anything we wouldn't in front of the children, but it is lovely to finish a conversation without cleaning up a little kid spill or chasing a kid out of your friend's flowerbeds at a party. It's good to nurture our grown up friendships.
Of course, all dates and grown up parties include nursing babies!