At 7:52pm I left the house. Without the baby. Without Dave. Without a diaper bag. With eyeliner on.
At 8:35pm I was in a bar. Having a drink. Eating a quesadilla. Nodding politely at a drunk man who couldn’t take a hint. Thinking about sleep I might be missing out on.
At 9:49pm I was home. In eyeliner. And pajama pants.