This is me, yesterday, 7 o'clock on a Saturday night, make-up-less with unbrushed hair at Outback Steakhouse. Alone. Well technically 1 1/2, at least that's how I was seated, 1+baby.
Avery and Caleb had Parent's Night Out at the local YMCA, which they love and I had already paid for before I knew Jess would be working his first 24 hour shift. 8 a.m. Saturday until 8 Sunday. He slept maybe an hour. Jealous? I'm not.
I don't do sorry for myself well, so I went on my date by myself. (It feels like that when you usually have three kids with you and only had one.) I thought about calling some of my girl friends to see if they had plans but I didn't. I decided to go it alone.
"Is it just you tonight ma'am?" People definitely felt sorry for me. Jess said I should have milked it, looked really sad and then ask my waiter,
"How much is a slice of cheesecake?"
"-------"
"oh. . . well I'm fine. I'll just have a sugar packet instead"
or look really depressed and hope someone picks up my meal. But once again, I didn't. I ordered whatever I wanted and ate it all.
I actually enjoyed myself. I sat in silence. That NEVER happens. It was very liberating. I felt like screaming "I am woman, hear me roar" to someone but the opportunity never presented itself.
After dinner I went to T.J. Maxx, looked at all of the things I couldn't afford, went home took a Toy Story bubble bath and ate a bowl of generic chocolate peanut butter fudge ice cream- I had to fit chocolate in somewhere. All I thought about was me. And it was surprisingly nice. I even saw something at T.J. Maxx I would normally have bought for the kids, but I just kept walking.
I felt as if I was spreading my wings for the first time.
My sister-in-law, Elizabeth sent us a package a couple weeks ago. When she told me it was coming I said, "What'd you buy for the kids?". She said, "This isn't for them. They're too spoiled. It is for you and Jess."
Life is a balance. I'm just not good at it.
So as enjoyable as the evening was, I decided I would go ahead and keep the kids. Oh, and Jess.
Turns out I like them.
But next time Jess wants to see the new super hero movie at the theatre, I'll suggest an alternative plan.
































