Tonight, actually in just an hour and a half or so, I am leaving the children with their father and heading downtown to a spa for free pedicures and free food and did I mention no children? And it is for work! I am finally getting my revenge for all those (really not so many, but definitely several) times that Chris has told me "Oh, I am going to be late tomorrow because I have to go to Happy Hour or a fabulous dinner at a fancy restaurant purchased by the company or a fabulous party with, like, eight-foot-tall chocolate fountains and shit, for work."
And I would not gladly trade jobs with my husband, because he definitely got the raw deal in this "one wage earner, one at-home parent" scenario, but I am also just slightly gleeful that he will get to see, for the first time, just how challenging it can be to feed himself and two children dinner (even when you order a pizza, because there are still fourteen other things that the kids need) and how annoying it is to not be able to eat a single bit of your own dinner without Owen screaming at you for not sharing it with him and how much fun it is to get a non-cooperative child into their pajamas while the other child is sobbing piteously on your lap and finally to experience joy of getting both kids into bed with no hope of adult back-up.
I'm sure it will all go swimmingly, but I'm also willing to bet it will score Chris a few new gray hairs. I'll be sure to toast his efforts with my first cocktail.