My sister leaves tomorrow. But we're not going to think about it.
Yesterday was a busy, but very nice, day. In the evening, my sister, her husband (Bill), my Bill and I went out. Mary came, too, but all the other kids stayed home with pizza, several movies, and a babysitter. I don't think the four of us have ever been out like that.
We took them to an Irish-style restaurant, and afterward went next door to the Irish-style pub. The atmosphere was great, the music (before the live band began) was not too loud, and the water refreshing and cold (guess who was designated driver on the icy streets?).
It has been a long time since my clothes reeked of cigarette smoke, and I think Mary is my first child to smell like that. But despite the bad mommy guilt complex, I'm trying to convince myself that the air wasn't that smoky (and, compared to a bar in Europe where everyone smokes heavily, it wasn't), and that going there regularly won't be too unhealthy for her. We enjoyed it that much.