Ella’s not really at the age yet where she can keep me company. At this point, it’s kind of a hassle when I’m planning on going in and out of stores running errands. So, the freedom of going somewhere by myself is intoxicating. It’s so nice to simply click my seat belt and go rather than having to strap my daughter into the car seat while juggling a diaper bag, my purse, a princess sippy cup and being sure not to burn Ella with the metal buckle. It’s such a relief to not have to worry about how many Wonder Pets figurines will be thrown at the back of my head. And it is sure as hell a WONDERFUL feeling not having to be concerned that someone is going to poop in the car before we reach our destination.
My version of “going out” has drastically changed over the last couple years:
- I’ve traded in Vodka bottles for Big Bird baby bottles.
- My “nice” jeans have an elastic waistband.
- My push-up bras have now been retired for nursing bras.
- Instead of spending time flat-ironing my hair, I spend my time picking mushed up carrots/apples/pears out of my hair.
- When I hear someone say “shots” my mind automatically goes to vaccinations rather than tequila.
- Now, the only type of rubbers in my purse are duckies.
I am always worried my “big night out” will be cut short because of some sort of meltdown at home (it’s a toss up on any given night whether it is my husband or daughter having the meltdown). Like a dog who has escaped from the pound and is nervously looking around for the dog catcher, I compulsively check my texts and missed calls in fear that I will be called home. Today the Gods are smiling down on me because I get to go to…wait for it….a 4:40pm (when did my “nights out” turn into late afternoons out?!) showing of Magic Mike! Not only do I get to watch a movie that isn’t animated, I also get to go to the movie theater where they bring cocktails to your seat!! A half naked Channing Tatum (Babe, if you’re reading this, he’s not nearly as hot as you!) + spending time with a good friend + someone bringing booze to me while I sit in a comfy chair = AMAZING night! Yeah, I had a blast the years I was a party girl and stayed out until the bars closed, but now I’m a mommy and have a blast learning the latest Yo Gabba Gabba “dance-y dances” with my daughter and husband. Plus, I’m 86% sure that I will not wake up tomorrow morning with a massive headache, peeling fake eyelashes of my cheek, dry heaving and looking at Facebook pictures of myself hula hooping next to a midget with a sombrero on my head. Here’s to hoping…
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