Back in the day, Saint Patrick's Day was a time for a party for Jay and I. We dressed in green, hit the bars, and usually woke up hung over. Even after Addi was born we would get a sitter and still go out - after waking up to see what the leprechaun had perhaps left for the family. Green milk, anyone?
Today proved to me just how different our lives really are. First of all, I woke up to sounds of the girls running around the house, looking for signs of a short green guy who may have visited during the night. And had a quick moment of panic when I realized that I totally forgot all about St. Patrick's Day. Oops! Luckily my dad was staying over, so I think the dogs ran off any leprechauns. Problem solved.
We were signed up to walk in the St. Patrick's Day parade with Addi (and next year, Sam's) school. We sported our spirit wear and warm clothes and went downtown. We were cold, we were sober, and we were throwing mardi gras beads for an entirely different reason that we may have before, but it was an awesome time.
Our pee may not have turned green from the food colored beer, but it was a great day.
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