The other day the kids and I were heading out to the pool. As I was wrestling to get their bathing suits on (um, and mine lol), running around to gather towels and googles, and sunscreen, I heard a blender. I didn’t think much of it.
Every Saturday night Jaryd and I have date night, which basically means we have dinner just the two of us once the kids go to bed, and have a drink (or two). Well, one day I was sitting around, lounging in the post-bedtime silence and Jaryd walks up and hands me a frozen strawberry margarita.