ouI tend to lose myself in the title of "mom". As a mom, you don't really get sick days or vacation days, per se. I love my job, I love my kids; but honestly, a little break from them once in a while is needed. They're so dang cute, but can be so emotionally draining. You give so much to these little beings and don't give to yourself nearly as much as you should to keep yourself going, to keep yourself you.
I needed "me" time, and my birthday lent the perfect excuse to plan such an excursion. I called a few friends that are also moms, and they were more than happy to join in on my "I'm not mom!" day away.
We started out at my mom's house. My sister Lex joined us in the morning. We giggled like little girls over YouTube videos like this one and this one. We pigged out on pizza, then put in a movie and didn't really watch it because we were talking too much.
Here's Kar with the remotes. My parents' TV system is like performing surgery-it's so complicated!
Here's creative Arin, who brought stuff to make hair bows, who should totally make them for profit:
Here's April, who decided to veg out like me and talk:
We then caught a matinee show of "Mama Mia!" Very cheesy, but very cute. Pierce Brosnan really shouldn't sing, but Meryl Streep did awesome. Oh, and her short friend on the movie is Ron Weasley's mom from the Harry Potter movies.
We then ate at Winger's-yum yum! It's so nice to not have to share food with kids, and ask for booster seats and high chairs. And I got free dessert because it was my birthday.
Because we're all bloggers, we were all taking pictures except for Arin, who forgot her camera. Lo and behold, though, she had remembered it, but discovered the fact after the night was over:
It was very fun, and very relaxing. Of course, my day wouldn't be complete without coming home to find this:
Yeah, that would be Troy. And Desitin. And it wasn't just on him; it was on the curtains, and the door knob, and the chair, and the carpet, and Pete's hat, and the diaper bag, and the windows. When he saw me inspecting the mess, he said, "Ah, man!" He's totally earned his title of "Mr. Mischief" tenfold. But you know what? I wasn't even mad. Not even when I also found this:
Yep, unwrapped cubes of butter. We bought a fridge lock. We'll see how long it lasts, though, before the vultures (boys) learn to get it undone.
I'm definitely having a "I'm not mom!" day again!