The dust is settling from the moving whirlwind. Each day, we become a bit more familiar and comfortable with our new surroundings. I will be in explore mode for quite some time. At least I am having fun now that I have the lay of the land in my head (and an ever-so-handy GPS to avert crisis. Seriously, how did people navigate without one? I cannot fathom!)
We are mostly unpacked but still have work to do to find a place for all our belongings. Unfortunately, I think that means most of it will find its way to the attic. Which makes me think that really it’s time to PURGE. I have such a problem with letting go. I am not a hoarder per se (although my husband may beg to differ.). But perhaps I have the same hoard tendencies. My stuff holds memories. I remember who gave it to me and/or where I got it. Remembering makes me feel good. I fear throwing it away because I have a horrible memory. I rewrite my history all the time. And I don’t want to lose that loving feeling. Or sometimes I just feel practical holding onto it, as in I “might” need it one day.
What are some of the things that I “might” need one day?
• Baby Stuff (crib, clothes, toys, practically everything!)
We have been moving all the baby stuff for years now. I’m holding out that another baby is in our immediate future (next 2 years or so!). I’m not sure why I kept all the boy’s clothes because clothes are probably the easiest to replace. Yet you know Murphy’s Law: Since I have carted these clothes around all these years (5 totes and counting), I will have a girl (Yes, please!). Or a boy but not during the same season (summer baby, no if I can avoid it!) and thus will not be able to use the clothes.
• A tote FULL of old T-shirts from junior high, high school & college
I have every INTENTION of making my very own T-shirt quilt. That is what I tell my husband every time I see him eye the tote. He has only pointed out once, maybe twice, that I still do not know how to sew nor have I ever bothered to learn on the shiny-new-still-in-the-box sewing machine that we received as a wedding gift. (I have been a spoiled wifey for quite some time.) Seriously, would I actually pay someone to sew the quilt for me? Highly unlikely. Hmmm…I’m thinking it’s time to say bye-bye.
• Work Awards from 2004
Who cares that I was Civilian of the Quarter at my workcenter 6 years ago? I don’t! So safe to say that nobody else does either. If that is my crowning achievement to date, then I am more boring than I thought! And a bit pathetic that a quarterly award would be an esteem booster for me. (Note: If the award was the Spoiled Wifey of the Year Award, I’d consider keeping it, just because it would have to be something snarky from my Hubby!) Toss!
Whew! I’m feeling better already!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
MOVING & GOOD-BYE
3 moves in 3 years….you’d think it would get easier. It doesn’t.
I am getting to an age where I’m becoming less flexible handling the stresses of moving gracefully, particularly the leaving, the good-byes.
The optimistic among us say it comes with the territory of being a military spouse. Deal with it. “What a fantastic opportunity to have friends all over the world!”
Oh, I deal with it. I consider myself a fairly optimistic person, too [subjective assessment]. But moving still sucks!
I don’t want to have friends all over the world. I want to have friends that I can pal around with right now, the here and now. If I must move, which I must, I want my friends to move with me!
Unrealistic? Uh, yes, I know this. I am also called Spoiled Wifey for a reason…..Thank you very much!
When I know that I am living a touch-and-go lifestyle, I can either jump right in the game or watch from the sidelines. Watching from the sidelines is much safer, especially emotionally.
But this year, I jumped right in.
I have made several great friends, both military and non-military. I reconnected with friends from high school. I have my rituals and routines. I have my caffeine pow wow at the Tipping Point every Thursday at 10:30am. We have only been meeting up since March, but the group has seen its fair share of drama, exasperations, joys, idiosyncrasies, and most importantly, laughs in the past 3 months. I daresay, those who meet up regularly, will miss this routine the most.
And what has started me on my downward emotional spiral of negativity is the goodbyes and the hugs and the promises to keep in touch (we won’t really, maybe a bit better now that there is Facebook) that I keep having to do this week. I just said goodbye to my Latin Dance class group. Shake those hips, Ladies! Shake those hips!
Graduation will be bittersweet. We celebrate the accomplishment but it also means we all scatter to the four winds.
Recognizing that we will need more oompf to get us through the no-kidding last coffee hurrah (the last 3 coffees have supposedly been the last), we are meeting for cocktails instead. I think I will need several stiff drinks to lessen the pain of saying good-bye, for the anxiety of change, and realizing that this experiment may never repeat itself. Ladies, and I know you know who you are, I will miss you more than I can adequately express.
I will, however, NOT cry over cocktails or get overly emotional and sentimental on Thursday. Trust me, it will not happen. Primarily, once the floodgates open, we all know it can’t end well…..
So I put on my happy face, do what I must (and I’d rather not say what that may be), and say good-bye.
GOOD-BYE, MONTGOMERY!!
I am getting to an age where I’m becoming less flexible handling the stresses of moving gracefully, particularly the leaving, the good-byes.
The optimistic among us say it comes with the territory of being a military spouse. Deal with it. “What a fantastic opportunity to have friends all over the world!”
Oh, I deal with it. I consider myself a fairly optimistic person, too [subjective assessment]. But moving still sucks!
I don’t want to have friends all over the world. I want to have friends that I can pal around with right now, the here and now. If I must move, which I must, I want my friends to move with me!
Unrealistic? Uh, yes, I know this. I am also called Spoiled Wifey for a reason…..Thank you very much!
When I know that I am living a touch-and-go lifestyle, I can either jump right in the game or watch from the sidelines. Watching from the sidelines is much safer, especially emotionally.
But this year, I jumped right in.
I have made several great friends, both military and non-military. I reconnected with friends from high school. I have my rituals and routines. I have my caffeine pow wow at the Tipping Point every Thursday at 10:30am. We have only been meeting up since March, but the group has seen its fair share of drama, exasperations, joys, idiosyncrasies, and most importantly, laughs in the past 3 months. I daresay, those who meet up regularly, will miss this routine the most.
And what has started me on my downward emotional spiral of negativity is the goodbyes and the hugs and the promises to keep in touch (we won’t really, maybe a bit better now that there is Facebook) that I keep having to do this week. I just said goodbye to my Latin Dance class group. Shake those hips, Ladies! Shake those hips!
Graduation will be bittersweet. We celebrate the accomplishment but it also means we all scatter to the four winds.
Recognizing that we will need more oompf to get us through the no-kidding last coffee hurrah (the last 3 coffees have supposedly been the last), we are meeting for cocktails instead. I think I will need several stiff drinks to lessen the pain of saying good-bye, for the anxiety of change, and realizing that this experiment may never repeat itself. Ladies, and I know you know who you are, I will miss you more than I can adequately express.
I will, however, NOT cry over cocktails or get overly emotional and sentimental on Thursday. Trust me, it will not happen. Primarily, once the floodgates open, we all know it can’t end well…..
So I put on my happy face, do what I must (and I’d rather not say what that may be), and say good-bye.
GOOD-BYE, MONTGOMERY!!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
TIME: Too Much or Not Enough
This past year I have either had TOO MUCH time on my hands or NOT ENOUGH.
The month of May has hit record pace of activity and I feel like there is definitely NOT ENOUGH time. I have tunnel vision and am focusing on one day at a time, checking it off, and then moving onto the next activity on my to-do list.
Consider if you will my May:
• Cleaned for/Welcomed MiL to our home to watch kiddo while I traveled to DC.
• Traveled to DC Metro to search for a suitable long-term rental. FOUND ONE! Relief!
• Visited the Georgia Aquarium with my family for my Mother’s Day present (We had to squeeze it in before we left. Hubby didn’t want to be left out.).
• Cleaned for/Welcomed Parents to our home to watch kiddo while I recover from a tonsillectomy.
• TONSILLECTOMY (Sucks!)
• While I’m recovering, which involves lots of sleeping, taking it easy, eating a soft diet (which I think makes me crabbier than the pain. I swear I’m not getting enough calories.), I am also in the middle of planning party extraordinaire for the boy.
• Oh yes, and let me not forget: My washer bit the bullet this past week, too. We will not replace it since we move next month and our rental has a washer & dryer. So I will be hauling my laundry to the laundromat or to friends’ house for the next 6 weeks. GOOD TIMES!
• Birthday Party with 22 kids at the United Gymstars & Cheer Center. Let me tell you that this was worth every penny spent! Primarily for the A/C alone as it was a hot, hot Southern afternoon.
• Realtor Pics. We have been fortunate to live in my parents’ rental home (discounted rent!). They have decided to sell the house while we are still in it. So I had to massively clean up the house to create the why-isn’t-this-home-cozy look which essentially means I can’t live in my house (no messes, no clutter). The realtor walked through and took pictures at the beginning of the week.
As soon as the universe realizes that you are moving, it converges on you to make life incredibly hectic. Not so hectic to break you. Just hectic enough that you have to dig down to your happy place and do whatever one needs to remain sane and functional. My normal operating mode is lots of coffee. In moving mode, I require more than coffee (and I’m currently banned from hot liquids anyway!). I need endorphins! And when I get neither coffee or endorphins, I then overeat and gain weight. Ask anyone who moves frequently and I’d be willing to bet, most will gain weight. It’s inevitable. Anyway, I digress.
Needless to say, May has been stressful. And I don't handle stress well. [see previous post] But I have checked most things off my list. The only things remaining are relatively fun activities: (1) find a formal gown for a graduation ball (less than 3 weeks) and (2) move. Easy peasy.
The month of May has hit record pace of activity and I feel like there is definitely NOT ENOUGH time. I have tunnel vision and am focusing on one day at a time, checking it off, and then moving onto the next activity on my to-do list.
Consider if you will my May:
• Cleaned for/Welcomed MiL to our home to watch kiddo while I traveled to DC.
• Traveled to DC Metro to search for a suitable long-term rental. FOUND ONE! Relief!
• Visited the Georgia Aquarium with my family for my Mother’s Day present (We had to squeeze it in before we left. Hubby didn’t want to be left out.).
• Cleaned for/Welcomed Parents to our home to watch kiddo while I recover from a tonsillectomy.
• TONSILLECTOMY (Sucks!)
• While I’m recovering, which involves lots of sleeping, taking it easy, eating a soft diet (which I think makes me crabbier than the pain. I swear I’m not getting enough calories.), I am also in the middle of planning party extraordinaire for the boy.
• Oh yes, and let me not forget: My washer bit the bullet this past week, too. We will not replace it since we move next month and our rental has a washer & dryer. So I will be hauling my laundry to the laundromat or to friends’ house for the next 6 weeks. GOOD TIMES!
• Birthday Party with 22 kids at the United Gymstars & Cheer Center. Let me tell you that this was worth every penny spent! Primarily for the A/C alone as it was a hot, hot Southern afternoon.
• Realtor Pics. We have been fortunate to live in my parents’ rental home (discounted rent!). They have decided to sell the house while we are still in it. So I had to massively clean up the house to create the why-isn’t-this-home-cozy look which essentially means I can’t live in my house (no messes, no clutter). The realtor walked through and took pictures at the beginning of the week.
As soon as the universe realizes that you are moving, it converges on you to make life incredibly hectic. Not so hectic to break you. Just hectic enough that you have to dig down to your happy place and do whatever one needs to remain sane and functional. My normal operating mode is lots of coffee. In moving mode, I require more than coffee (and I’m currently banned from hot liquids anyway!). I need endorphins! And when I get neither coffee or endorphins, I then overeat and gain weight. Ask anyone who moves frequently and I’d be willing to bet, most will gain weight. It’s inevitable. Anyway, I digress.
Needless to say, May has been stressful. And I don't handle stress well. [see previous post] But I have checked most things off my list. The only things remaining are relatively fun activities: (1) find a formal gown for a graduation ball (less than 3 weeks) and (2) move. Easy peasy.
Monday, May 3, 2010
SPOILED WIFEY DOES NOT HANDLE STRESS & UNCERTAINTY WELL
Let me start off that I recognize that I do not handle stress well nor uncertainty nor change.
Let me further state that I am currently snippy, aggravated, distracted, and in general, a real moody bitch.
Let me apologize in advance for my behavior for the next 2 months until I am settled in our new location.
Let me pledge that I will channel my angst toward a more positive reality to the best of my ability and not completely shred my hubby to pieces or snap at my innocent child or try the good humor of my friends.
I am heading to DC tomorrow for house-hunting. I will find suitable housing within our means. I WILL! I welcome prayers and positive thinking!
Moving should be viewed as exciting as this is another opportunity to reinvent myself (possibly to a working woman).
I will not let stress, uncertainty, & change get the best of me. I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR! (And when I get some money, I am getting a massage!)
Let me further state that I am currently snippy, aggravated, distracted, and in general, a real moody bitch.
Let me apologize in advance for my behavior for the next 2 months until I am settled in our new location.
Let me pledge that I will channel my angst toward a more positive reality to the best of my ability and not completely shred my hubby to pieces or snap at my innocent child or try the good humor of my friends.
I am heading to DC tomorrow for house-hunting. I will find suitable housing within our means. I WILL! I welcome prayers and positive thinking!
Moving should be viewed as exciting as this is another opportunity to reinvent myself (possibly to a working woman).
I will not let stress, uncertainty, & change get the best of me. I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR! (And when I get some money, I am getting a massage!)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
SOME DAYS I FORGET THAT I AM THE PARENT AND THAT I AM IN “CONTROL”
Today I spent an exorbitant amount of time catering to my child’s desire to find the perfect toy at Toys R Us. Yesterday, I had bribed promised my son a new toy as a reward for exceptionally good behavior at the doctor’s office. He wouldn’t let me forget it either and gleefully reminded me that we needed to take a trip to the Toys R Us after lunch. We had a short argument about Target versus Toys R Us, but I caved, knowing that I wouldn’t be tempted to overspend at Toys R Us.
He looked at EVERYTHING – games, Thomas & friends, books, Legos, Lightning McQueen, Toy Story, Diego, Imaginex, Animal Planet. After an hour, I had reached my limit. Don’t ask me why I didn’t set a time limit with him beforehand. I tried some gentle prompting to pick out a toy followed by mild threats that if he didn’t pick something out quickly, we would leave the store empty-handed. I didn’t get truly ugly, just reverted to my inner teenager: exasperated sighs and an eye roll or two.
Somewhere in Aisle 5, a lightbulb went off. Yes, I am THE parent. Yes, I am in “control.” Yes, I should direct him to pick a toy and then go. End of story. Maybe I actually said with conviction this time around: “Pick out the toy you want and then we are going. What toy do you want?” And without hesitation, Prince led me back to the Lightning McQueen aisle to pick up yet another Chick Hicks. Thankfully, I got off lightly – only $6.
It could have been much worse.
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Since my SAHM days are coming to end, I am recording how I spend my days so I can recollect how good I had it.
0645 Morning Duty
0830 Coffee break & IM with friend
0900 House-hunting/Making phone calls to set up appointments
1030 Personal Maintenance/Indulgence
1200 Pick up kiddo
1230 Lunch *
1330 Home & IM with friend
1500 Shopping @ Toys R Us (bribery/reward for good behavior at Dr office)
1630 Facebook
1730 Dinner (spaghetti & corn) **
1900 Bedtime Duty
2000 Websurfing – Searching for jobs ***
2100 Ahhhh…..Me time
*Cupboards/Fridge are void of lunch options. Need to get groceries. Holding out til payday doesn’t look like a realistic option.
**Hubby had dinner duty tonight.
***Simultaneously fascinating & frightening. The good news: there are jobs in my former career field out there. The bad news: I am not current. I need a major injection of confidence, dust off the cobwebs in my brain, and bone up on my skills level. Ugh! I so do not want to rewrite the resume. I don’t even think it will be a rewrite. More like a fresh start.
Today’s Expenses:
$ 1.65 Coffee
$10.90 Lunch
$ 6.58 Toys R Us
He looked at EVERYTHING – games, Thomas & friends, books, Legos, Lightning McQueen, Toy Story, Diego, Imaginex, Animal Planet. After an hour, I had reached my limit. Don’t ask me why I didn’t set a time limit with him beforehand. I tried some gentle prompting to pick out a toy followed by mild threats that if he didn’t pick something out quickly, we would leave the store empty-handed. I didn’t get truly ugly, just reverted to my inner teenager: exasperated sighs and an eye roll or two.
Somewhere in Aisle 5, a lightbulb went off. Yes, I am THE parent. Yes, I am in “control.” Yes, I should direct him to pick a toy and then go. End of story. Maybe I actually said with conviction this time around: “Pick out the toy you want and then we are going. What toy do you want?” And without hesitation, Prince led me back to the Lightning McQueen aisle to pick up yet another Chick Hicks. Thankfully, I got off lightly – only $6.
It could have been much worse.
******************************************************************************
Since my SAHM days are coming to end, I am recording how I spend my days so I can recollect how good I had it.
0645 Morning Duty
0830 Coffee break & IM with friend
0900 House-hunting/Making phone calls to set up appointments
1030 Personal Maintenance/Indulgence
1200 Pick up kiddo
1230 Lunch *
1330 Home & IM with friend
1500 Shopping @ Toys R Us (bribery/reward for good behavior at Dr office)
1630 Facebook
1730 Dinner (spaghetti & corn) **
1900 Bedtime Duty
2000 Websurfing – Searching for jobs ***
2100 Ahhhh…..Me time
*Cupboards/Fridge are void of lunch options. Need to get groceries. Holding out til payday doesn’t look like a realistic option.
**Hubby had dinner duty tonight.
***Simultaneously fascinating & frightening. The good news: there are jobs in my former career field out there. The bad news: I am not current. I need a major injection of confidence, dust off the cobwebs in my brain, and bone up on my skills level. Ugh! I so do not want to rewrite the resume. I don’t even think it will be a rewrite. More like a fresh start.
Today’s Expenses:
$ 1.65 Coffee
$10.90 Lunch
$ 6.58 Toys R Us
Monday, April 26, 2010
LIVING A LIFE OF LUXURY?! (SO SAYS HUBBY)
I am extremely annoyed at Hubby.
He jokes that I live a life of luxury. I’m not sure if he truly knows what I do in a day. He must assume I sit on my ass all day talking with my friends and watching TV.
Since my SAHM days are coming to end, I guess I should record how I spend my days so I can recollect how good I had it. *sigh*
0730 Morning Duty
0830 Coffee break & chat with Christine
0930 Mow Lawn
1045 Personal Maintenance *
1130 Errand @ car dealership
1200 Pick up kiddo
1230 Impromptu lunch date **
1345 Dr Appt for kiddo ***
1500 Errand @ post office
1515 Shopping @ Hobby Lobby (bday party invitations)
1615 Snack & start dinner
1730 Dinner (pork chops, rice & broccoli)
1800 Dance class
1930 Bedtime Duty
2030 Kitchen Clean Up
2100 Ahhhh…..Me time
*How wonderful to shower & shave and not worry about the potential mischief that kiddo may be doing in the living room.
** My girlfriend texted that she was in the area and wanted to know if we could meet for lunch. I love that I can have impromptu lunch dates with good friends, just because. The schedule is such that allows for flexibility.
***Again how incredibly important to have flexibility in the schedule. I only watched the time because I had to entertain kiddo for quite awhile before he was seen by the doctor. We were at the dr office for over an hour.
Let’s not forget all the things that are done mindlessly throughout the day: emptying the dishwasher, picking up toys, sorting the mail, wasting time on Facebook, laundry, texting….
I AM a busy woman; I'm just not overcommitted…yet! I'm not overly stressed out. (Current stress level does not count!) I have the time to handle schedule changes. I have the time to help out/talk with a friend. I have the time to chaperone kiddo on field trips at school. Most importantly, I GET PLENTY OF SLEEP. Something will have to give when I start working again. I think it will be sleep, personal relationships, and my health (more stress). Later this week, I will brainstorm on the positive aspects of going back to work (salon visits, paying down debt, improved self-confidence, yada, yada, yada), but right now I want to wallow in self-pity.
What can I say? I'm spoiled.
Expenses:
$ 1.65 Coffee
$14.05 Lunch
$ 1.65 Coffee (I splurged on a 2nd cup.)
$ 4.90 Postage
$16.64 Hobby Lobby
He jokes that I live a life of luxury. I’m not sure if he truly knows what I do in a day. He must assume I sit on my ass all day talking with my friends and watching TV.
Since my SAHM days are coming to end, I guess I should record how I spend my days so I can recollect how good I had it. *sigh*
0730 Morning Duty
0830 Coffee break & chat with Christine
0930 Mow Lawn
1045 Personal Maintenance *
1130 Errand @ car dealership
1200 Pick up kiddo
1230 Impromptu lunch date **
1345 Dr Appt for kiddo ***
1500 Errand @ post office
1515 Shopping @ Hobby Lobby (bday party invitations)
1615 Snack & start dinner
1730 Dinner (pork chops, rice & broccoli)
1800 Dance class
1930 Bedtime Duty
2030 Kitchen Clean Up
2100 Ahhhh…..Me time
*How wonderful to shower & shave and not worry about the potential mischief that kiddo may be doing in the living room.
** My girlfriend texted that she was in the area and wanted to know if we could meet for lunch. I love that I can have impromptu lunch dates with good friends, just because. The schedule is such that allows for flexibility.
***Again how incredibly important to have flexibility in the schedule. I only watched the time because I had to entertain kiddo for quite awhile before he was seen by the doctor. We were at the dr office for over an hour.
Let’s not forget all the things that are done mindlessly throughout the day: emptying the dishwasher, picking up toys, sorting the mail, wasting time on Facebook, laundry, texting….
I AM a busy woman; I'm just not overcommitted…yet! I'm not overly stressed out. (Current stress level does not count!) I have the time to handle schedule changes. I have the time to help out/talk with a friend. I have the time to chaperone kiddo on field trips at school. Most importantly, I GET PLENTY OF SLEEP. Something will have to give when I start working again. I think it will be sleep, personal relationships, and my health (more stress). Later this week, I will brainstorm on the positive aspects of going back to work (salon visits, paying down debt, improved self-confidence, yada, yada, yada), but right now I want to wallow in self-pity.
What can I say? I'm spoiled.
Expenses:
$ 1.65 Coffee
$14.05 Lunch
$ 1.65 Coffee (I splurged on a 2nd cup.)
$ 4.90 Postage
$16.64 Hobby Lobby
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
GIRLS NIGHT OUT: Retro 80s Stylin'!
Is Spoiled Wifey A Dancing Fool?
This past Saturday was Girls Night Out: 80s dress-up, dinner, drinks & dancing.
After 3 cosmos at the restaurant, I was already feeling like I ROCKED my 80s outfit. Oh yeah, I owned it. All the embarrassment of 80s dress-up with ridiculous hair was long gone. Now I dared my fellow bar patrons with my strut & attitude: “Why yes, I am wearing electric blue leggings. Look, Love & Covet, people!” Add Malibu rum (on the rocks!), and I apparently thought I belonged as the CENTER OF ATTENTION of an EMPTY dance floor, in front of the lead singer, getting my groove on, precariously clutching my precious dancing-inducing elixir.
My girlfriends were very kind to me.
They RESCUED me before I truly made a dancing fool of myself (perhaps already too late?). I know I am no dancing Elaine, thankfully. However, drunk Spoiled Wifey in 80s garb, dancing solo is probably not much better. The girlfriends closed ranks around me before I did anything truly regrettable. We had our instant dance party and a good time was had by all.
I am foolish about a lot of things. But dancing with my girlfriends, letting loose, and having a good time is not one of those times, or maybe I should say an appropriate time to be so. Girls Night Out are few and far between for our group of moms with preschoolers. How I will miss all these gal pals! We all relocate this summer and scatter to the four winds.
I am very grateful for the friendships I have made, given the short time we have been here, less than 10 months. I have learned to never underestimate how a gathering of friends can be so much fun (as it ought to be) but also life-affirming and empowering (hubby’s favorite word), even if we are wearing retro!
BTW, much thanks to my designated driver! You know who you are.
P.S. I still had preschooler duty at 0730 on Sunday morning, thank you very much!
This past Saturday was Girls Night Out: 80s dress-up, dinner, drinks & dancing.
After 3 cosmos at the restaurant, I was already feeling like I ROCKED my 80s outfit. Oh yeah, I owned it. All the embarrassment of 80s dress-up with ridiculous hair was long gone. Now I dared my fellow bar patrons with my strut & attitude: “Why yes, I am wearing electric blue leggings. Look, Love & Covet, people!” Add Malibu rum (on the rocks!), and I apparently thought I belonged as the CENTER OF ATTENTION of an EMPTY dance floor, in front of the lead singer, getting my groove on, precariously clutching my precious dancing-inducing elixir.
My girlfriends were very kind to me.
They RESCUED me before I truly made a dancing fool of myself (perhaps already too late?). I know I am no dancing Elaine, thankfully. However, drunk Spoiled Wifey in 80s garb, dancing solo is probably not much better. The girlfriends closed ranks around me before I did anything truly regrettable. We had our instant dance party and a good time was had by all.
I am foolish about a lot of things. But dancing with my girlfriends, letting loose, and having a good time is not one of those times, or maybe I should say an appropriate time to be so. Girls Night Out are few and far between for our group of moms with preschoolers. How I will miss all these gal pals! We all relocate this summer and scatter to the four winds.
I am very grateful for the friendships I have made, given the short time we have been here, less than 10 months. I have learned to never underestimate how a gathering of friends can be so much fun (as it ought to be) but also life-affirming and empowering (hubby’s favorite word), even if we are wearing retro!
BTW, much thanks to my designated driver! You know who you are.
P.S. I still had preschooler duty at 0730 on Sunday morning, thank you very much!
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