On our “big night out,” Friday night I looked up between my attempts at pulling crayons from my daughters mouth, and trying to keep her screams at an indoor volume, and noticed the servers in the corner wrapping silver wear giving me the hairy eye ball.
Sometimes I can jump to conclusions so I brought it to Brian’s attention.
“Did that girl just give me snake eyes on her way by?”
Brian, being an optimist, assured me that I must have been mistaken.
“She’s just angry at the world hun, not you specifically, she wants to be at home getting ready to go out partying, not here serving families.”
This is why I keep him around!
“Well, it’s Friday night, this IS our party.”
Take a good look at your future girl.
While you sit there giggling with your co-workers, and count down the hours until you can go dance the night away, I see how much sour cream I can get on my quesadilla.
As you pick out the perfect outfit in your head, I pretend that my child’s bib is a magic cape so that she’ll want to put it on.
The rhythmic tapping that you unconsciously drum out with spoons and forks, in an attempt to copy your favourite songs, provides the perfect beat for Twinkle Twinkle and Itsy Bitsy; the soundtrack of my life.
When the DJ calls last call and you wait for the “ugly lights” to come on, I’m sound asleep with a toddlers foot in my face, and have been for 4 hours.
And those stink eyes?
I’m a mom now. Those eyes mean nothing more than teenage angst to me.
Eat more fibre my dear, I’m out for dinner, didn’t have to cook, don’t have to clean up, and someone is waiting on me.
Nothing is going to ruin this!!