Her husband emailed a few of her friends months ago trying to get this thing planned. Heck, he's a smart man and knows how fast the summer fills up, so he was planning ahead. [Again, another thing all men could take a lesson from him on.] After an email thread that was potentially 10 pages long, we decided on a date that worked for us all and went from there.
As the date was approaching, I was getting excited. I hadn't seen these girls in a while simply because of where we live, and our schedules and such (oh, did I mention we're all elementary art teachers? 'Cuz we are. Cool, huh?).
The entire day Friday I thought about what I was going to wear to make my post-baby-body look not so...umm...fat. I even bought myself a new pair of jeans that did NOT have a stretchy waist band, and I felt like such a diva. [Let me interject to mention that they are indeed in my pre-pregnancy size! woot!] Something about regular jeans that make you feel less mommy-like...and so...so...normal. Unfortunately, only an hour prior to leaving the house, my sweet, precious little baby girl had a diaper blowout on said jeans. My short-lived diva moment wore off and it was back to mommy-reality.
Not only my clothing did I have to worry about, but also leaving the baby for the evening--and, you know...leaving her proper "food" to eat. I was a pumping machine, making sure to leave Declan with plenty of bottles for her that evening. Declan was, as usual very sweet about taking her for the night and having some good old Daddy-Emeline time.
At 7pm we met at a restaurant downtown, and as expected--it was a blast. It was just so fun to talk about everything, and anything...have no real time restrictions, enjoy a nice dinner
We literally sat at dinner for three hours, and they were the fastest three hours ever. Time flies when you're having fun, right? Obviously, I had even too good of a time to break out a camera, or heck, and iPhone picture. Not a photo to document whatsoever. But trust me, it was a good time.
After dinner, the other girls headed off for more out on the town fun (and her husband was even the little 'shuttle' for the night. Again, so sweet, huh?). There were a few factors that led me home at that point. For one, I was already about an hour from home, and I may or may not have had
But, no matter what...I am so glad I was able to go, even for just three hours.
It was such a good time.
It reminded me how much I've missed those girls. That I'm still capable of a good girls-night-out. That I love to laugh. A lot. And it reminded me that
This all led me to start wondering about how often you mommies get out without the kiddo's, without the husband....and have a good girls night out. Once a month? Once every few months...? Heck...once a week? (Lucky you!) Do share.