I dig out my makeup bag from the deep recesses of the bathroom drawer. I “borrow” my favorite bangle bracelet from Sarah’s dress up basket. I find my jeans with the least kid-crud and pair them with a top that’s not my high school basketball t-shirt. I put on shoes that are neither sneakers nor flip flops! My hair is clean and headband-free.
Could it be? Date night with the Hubs?
Alas, no. “Moms Night Out.” Now don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing to be alassing about in regard to the MNO…it’s just that these nights are very quickly becoming my entire social life. I always feel so guilty that the only times I ever make an attempt to look decent happen to be when I’m going out without Will. He gets schlumpy, housepantsy, headbandy, yogurt-encrusted me. The poor bastard.
This morning as I was rushing out the door to a Weight Watchers meeting, I asked him if my hair looked ok. A Weight Watchers meeting. I can only imagine dude was like, “Whatever, heifer. You just go ahead looking nice for your fellow fatties. I’ll be here browsing mywifeletherselfgoandineedahottie.com.”
I guess what really needs to happen here is that we need to pony up and hire a babysitter from time to time. Not just for date nights, but for me during the day. Today I decided to finally use the golf lesson gift certificate I got for Mother’s Day. Once the lesson was over, I realized I could benefit from some alone time, so I went to the mall and just wandered around. It was mostly glorious, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that while Will was home I should be home with him. We should be having family time, not “Mommy looks longingly at clothes she can’t fit into” time. Not that I don’t need that time! I do. I really miss just being alone, but when it’s at the expense of family time, sometimes I get the guilts which turn into the shakeys, which turn into the aw crap, I might as well go homies…
Ahh, Guilt. You powerful bitch.
On the upside I got a new set of 600 thread count sheets and my golf instructor used his smooth British accent to be very complementary about my game. Woo hoo!
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