On any given day, I take a moment to stop and take note of my surroundings. I glance around from room to room and ask myself, what if someone was to drop by unannounced right now? How about now? I’m ashamed to say most of the time I am rehearsing my story of being ransacked.

Me: Oh, hi, I’m glad you’re here. Would you believe I just returned home and the house looked like this? We’ve obviously been burgled. Then I worry I may have used the break-in story with this person already.

Today was one of those days.

We had planned to go out to a restaurant with some friends and the idea of bringing the kids was tossed around. It was agreed we would dine with our kids in tow. I was counting out my Cheerios, finding a tight fitting lid for the container the baby would inevitably flip open before grinding powder into the carpet at the restaurant and wipe an unsuspecting diner’s back with the remnants after she had licked her hands to the best of her thirteen month old ability.

I worried about this particular restaurant because some hold it in high esteem and fancy it in the category of fine dining.

I asked Greg what people would think of us bringing three potentially disruptive kids into this restaurant (one of them a baby). What if someone were planning to propose?

He assured me that if someone was proposing at this particular restaurant, chances were good they already had a baby.