I find between work and kids, and more work and more kids that I seem to get “out” about once a month. You know – with adults (only) at establishments that don’t sell Kool-Aid. And I’m okay with that. I have a new business and 2 little boys, so this season of my life is filled with these wonderful blessings. But I cherish oh so deeply when I do get a night out.
First of all, the night out requires a special arrangement of babysitters, coverage from work activities and of course, keeping things even. You know, with the husband. If I get a few hours “out” so does he – so really, I’m trying to coordinate 6 hours of freedom. When the stars align, the coordinating is done, I find myself out driving alone to tunes that don’t rhyme with silly or noodle, ordering food that is actually still hot when I get to eat it and buying a drink that I don’t have to share with anyone or that someone hasn’t tested by putting their little fingers in. At this time, I sometimes find that I am speechless and just sit back to enjoy the company - and then I realize that I am so unprepared for the night’s conversation. Someone mentioned there was a new movie out – I’m still trying to remember which Backyardigan is Tasha and which one is Tyrone! People are using big words and sentences that don’t start with “mommy” or “I gotta tell you something” or “I need you” and the jokes are terribly inappropriate and everything is funny to me and lovely because it’s not about me or someone wanting me or needing me to do anything for them – it’s just a night “out”. So thanks to all my peeps for making this month’s night out worth every effort.
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