Last night, I got to be a grown up. [Insert enormous smile here]
And it was SO nice. [Insert second enormous smile here]
Some girl friends and I, all of whom love (and need) grown up time of our own, decided it'd be fun to start a book club. And to read real books and have real discussions together. No "Cat in the Hat" or "Thomas the Tank Engine." No sound effects, nursery rhymes, or puppet shows.
But real books and real discussions.
So we met yesterday evening to discuss our first book; a novel by Kathryn Stockett, called, "The Help."
While we puzzled over different issues (civil rights, family dynamics, character flaws, and all their implications), we also enjoyed some sweet treats and hand crafted coffees.
And when I say hand crafted, I mean it.
One of the book club gal's was once a Starbucks barista and she pulled out the big guns. That is, she brought her amazing espresso maker and, with incredible finesse, whipped up our grande, nonfat, decaf, caramel macchiato's with extra foam IN MY KITCHEN.
It was amazing.
And so was being a grown up for the evening.
While I love my kids, and Thomas the Tank Engine, it was so fun to put on a different hat, a hat that doesn't get worn all that often, and spend some time with other adults.