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Monday, January 25, 2010

Saturday Stories

My husband and I both work full time. Which means the boys are in daycare full time. Which means that on the weekends, we typically don’t do a lot. I mean, we don’t schedule the shit out of their mornings with soccer and tee ball and play dates. They have plenty of time to do that when they’re older. So we run errands and hike in the woods and color and play and eat. We eat a lot on the weekends. Snack. Like all day long. I wonder how those kids survive a week-day when they’re not eating every 20 minutes.

Anyway – Saturday we had plans to go out. I know, CRAZY, right? It was Mr. Kiss’ company Christmas party. Or I should say “winter celebration” or whatever PC term I’m supposed to use. So we lined up the babysitter and I was on Cloud 9 all day. That doesn’t usually happen unless A) I slept like 12 hours the night before or B) I’ve had a nice dose of xanax…

Whatever.

To prepare, I went to the gym in the morning while the boys – all of them – got their haircut. This is a constant issue in my house. All 3 “boys” go, takes them 30 minutes and costs $40.

Total.

Me? I went in the afternoon, it took 3 hours and I shelled out $200. Hey, Momma needs to be spoiled sometimes. I got hilites, read my book, napped (no lie) and was served champagne during my blow out. THAT earned her an extra tip, fo sho.

This party wasn’t fancy, but it’s still nice to put on real clothes. You know, other than the leisure suit that is my weekend uniform. And when Big Kiss compliments me – well, that kid melts my heart. I came downstairs to his big smile and heard him whistle and say “Hellooooo Gorgeous!” Pretty sure he learned that from Alvin & the Chipmunks.

Babysitter arrived, told me she coveted my shoes and we were off. To drive. GAH. Nothing like a 45 minute drive to kill the buzz.

Longer story short, we had an amazing time talking with other adults, minor ‘lite chit chat’ about kids and jobs and all that jazz, but mainly laughing and drinking and enjoying life.

The whole “getting to bed at 2am thing,” tho? That can bite me. While Momma needs to be spoiled, she also needs her beauty sleep and on Sunday, after being poked in the eye at 7am, Momma was a bear.

Roar.

6 Comments:

Blogger Gregorio Martino said...

Get some sleep dammit. Not that you need any beauty sleep. That haircut thing kills me too. I think I should be a hairdresser.

1/25/10, 1:22 PM  
Blogger JenJen said...

Hi dammit!
So glad you enjoyed your night out!!

1/25/10, 1:51 PM  
Blogger The mad woman behind the blog said...

Hi! My Hubs doesn't get why I can't do the 2am thing. But then he isn't up at 4 w/ the kiddo.
Feed me more compliments, man and I'll try to forget your lack of understanding.

1/25/10, 2:07 PM  
Blogger Leslie said...

I must see these coveted shoes. Asap. And I believe you said "rawr" and not "roar". :)

1/25/10, 9:51 PM  
Blogger Sassy Britches said...

Thank goodness for Alvin and the Chipmunks; whatever works putting compliments in kids' heads, right? Glad you had a good time; now get some rest!

1/26/10, 11:21 AM  
Blogger Secretia said...

Calls for a nice afternoon catchup nap.

1/27/10, 8:45 AM  

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