My hubby and baby girl are gone to Atlanta for the weekend. I could not go because of course I have to work most weekends. At first I wasn't too excited about having baby girl away from me for the whole weekend; especially since I actually get to work the morning shift. Then I thought about it and realized that I haven't had the house to myself for more than a few hours since 2007.
My mind instantly started thinking about all the things I could do with no baby and no hubby. I could have a glass of wine(Moscato), crank up the stereo and sing and dance around the house in my undies. I miss the days when I could do that. I could go out with the girls and have a couple of drinks and reminisce on the things we used to do in our heydays . I finally made up in my mind that I was going to get cute, do my hair and go out with the girls when I got off work.
On my way home a few realities hit me:
- I just got done working 11 hours, driving an hour home and I smell like ribeyes, trout, and fried shrimp ( i was working in the kitchen today). BTW...that combination is not the best smell.
- All of my
twofriends are married and have babies at the house.
- I'm old and like to be in the bed by 11PM
- Oh, did I mention I don't have the money to blow on going out?
So fast forward...
It's 8:30PM and I am sitting on the couch in my pick velour sweatpants watching Baby Mama on cable and blogging. I am waiting my baby girl to call me before she goes to bed and I will probably go to sleep shortly after that.
Yes, I know....pretty lame huh?