Have you ever driven somewhere and realized when you got there that you don't know how you got there? Like the car must have been on autopilot because you don't remember passing familiar landmarks or towns. Sometimes that's how I feel about my journey into motherhood too.
A few nights ago, as I sat at Red Lobster with Andrew, his parents, and of course the boys, I had one of these moments. Now, Red Lobster might not be a ritzy sort of restaurant to some people, but it's the closest thing that our little podunk town has to a fancy place to eat in a 50 mile radius. Our little table of 4 adults and 2 small children sat in the busy restaurant singing (relatively loudly) favorites like Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, and the ABC's.
It was like someone had hit the fast-forward button on my life. It was kind of surreal. How did I end up singing kids songs in a place where we had spent many date nights and I had many margaritas with girlfriends?
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