Brunch and other pursuits

November Highlights:

Charlotte sleeps through the night.

We proceeded with the "cry it out" method. I was totally opposed to CIO, but after 3 months of not sleeping more than 4 hour stretches something had to give. But it wasn't all too bad and I wish I had done it sooner.

Now that I  can sleep, uninterrupted, from 9:30pm - 6:30pm, my question is, have I arrived to the "other" side of parenting?

This is what  I imagine the other side of parenting to be:
1. kids that sleep through the night 7pm - 7am  - no exceptions!
2. easy communication. which means something like this,
Max: Mom I want to wear my pajamas to school.
Me: how about we wear this outfit instead?
Max: Sure thing, mom
3. Going to brunch, at 12pm, not 8am.
4. Going to brunch and not freaking out that we forgot the i pad
5. Going to brunch and not freaking out even more that the i phone, pre-loaded with Dora, has 1% battery left.
5. being able to go to brunch at that brand new place everyone is talking about, instead of driving by it as you head to a playground.  (picture blogger's nose pressed up to window as she sees brunch crowd milling around sidewalk)

I should remember that I had years of brunches, which included heaps of huevos rancheros, fresh squeezed orange juice, huge mugs of coffee, famous chocolate chip pancakes, famous crunchy french toast, and famous scrambles.  I did my stint of waiting in long lines, leaving my name with the hostess and dutifully nodding, "yes" when she said, "it will be a 45 minute wait".
I should also remember, that after waiting 45 plus minutes to get into a restaurant, there was a good chance my food would come out after another 45 minutes.  Inevitably my order would have gone awry, like, undercooked hash browns and a missing order of turkey bacon. If this wasn't torture enough, my chair, squeezed into an impossibly tiny space, was jostled by bad tempered waiters as I juggled a winter coat, an oversized purse and my coffee. I never returned my food because I was starving by the time it arrived and could have eaten eat the left overs from the adjacent table.
So do I really miss brunch? Maybe not, but I'm big on remembering the past with rose tinted glasses. Sometimes I miss my 20's and all the confusion and the brunches that came with it.