The other day, I went shopping with a work acquaintance, whom I will call Laura in this post. Laura, a fashion-aficionado and childless, convinced me to buy a pair of sleek, rather shimmery black shorts--"perfect for summer cocktail parties!" she gushed. This made me laugh out loud, because I can't remember the last time I attended a fabulous cocktail party, or any party for that matter.
As a case in point, here is a video clip of how my Saturday night went. After a fun-filled day of frolicking in the park, the kids decided to take a train down to meltdown central.
After K and I managed to calm, feed, bath and sleep the kids, we decided to have a little cocktail party of our own to calm our fraying nerves. Cheers!
