“Sooooo, I know this is super last-minute, but I’m calling to see if we can make going out tonight happen.”
Before my friend Liz had even finished her sentence, I had come up with a million reasons as to why I had to push off a Mom’s night out once again. The house was a mess… Brady’s in a clingy stage… I had cupcakes to decorate for company the following night… The house was a mess.
No, seriously, the house was a mess. My neighbor had popped over unexpectedly to drop off fresh veggies; and with slightly widened eyes, she murmured, “Oh my” as she scanned the chaos. In my defense, I was smack-dab in the middle of decorating cupcakes and feeding Brady. So there were pots bubbling on the stove, meatballs flying through the air, a puddle of milk on the floor, powdered sugar coating absolutely everything, and dishes overflowing the sink.
I knew I had to say ‘no’, but yet I found my lips unable to form the word. I really, really needed the night out!!! I was getting to that point where my nerves were shot, and I needed a reboot.
So we left it at this: I would call her in an hour or two to see if I could get some things done. If I felt as though I’d finished enough projects, then I’d be able to go out for some fun. I immediately set out to decorate the cupcakes and settled Brady in his highchair to eat dinner. I made good time and did my best to ignore the fact that Brady had discovered that cooked spaghetti sticks to the wall when thrown hard enough.
But then I took a meatball to the face. Thwack…sliding down my cheek…oozing down my arm… lands – splat – on my bare feet.
Brady laughed. I swallowed the urge to cry from frustration and as-calmly-as-possible said, “No. No, Brady, we don’t throw meatballs at Mamma’s face. You have to go in time out.”
Oh, wait, he’s covered in spaghetti sauce. I can’t move him until he’s clean, at which point he’ll have forgotten what he did.
I reached for my cell phone and dialed. “Hi, Liz? Yeah, I’m ready to go just as soon as Nate gets home.”
If there’s one thing that I’ve learned since becoming a mom, it’s that there never really is a convenient time for ‘me-time’. There’s always something that needs to be done. Mom guilt will always say, “You need to do more before you take time for yourself.” You need to get on top of this or that… You need to have an organized house… You need to get caught up on laundry… (Ha, ha, that’s hilarious). You need to figure out the complexities of the universe…
Something. There’s always something.
And this isn’t just for moms. We women in general tend to run on empty, because there are so many things pulling at us. And we feel as though we need to be able to juggle it all. We tell ourselves that we’ll rest once we’re done; but if we’re honest with ourselves, we know that ‘done’ doesn’t exist.
Busyness is just a part of our lives. But at the same time, just as we’re so good at penciling in appointments and responsibilities into our planners, we need to make sure we set aside time to reboot. To pour into ourselves.
I really am learning that I am a better mom, wife, and friend when I make time to put aside all the responsibilities once in awhile to just live a little.
Oh goodness, the night out was just what I needed. Sometimes, it just feels nice to be able to walk without bending over to hold a tugging, chubby hand. Or to be able to have an actual, adult conversation. Or to sit and eat dinner without having meatballs thrown at your face.
Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade the tugging, and the flying meatballs, and the constant singing of Winnie the Pooh for anything in the world. They all come with being a mom to the cutest little boy who stole my heart forever… But still, a mom needs me-time every once in awhile that reminds her that she matters too. That she is actually still a human being.
It’s ridiculously easy to forget that sometimes.
Liz and I ate dinner at Panera and then found ourselves at Old Navy, where I fell in love with this sundress. It’s so light, stylish, and the perfect transition piece for fall (since it’ll be really cute with a jean jacket or sweater).
Love, love, LOVE! I’ve really been into knee-length dresses lately, because they’re nice and cool for the hot days. AND I don’t have to worry about throwing an outfit together. They’re more grab-and-go, which is really convenient for a busy mom like me.
Sooooo, yes, I did make the purchase and brought this one home with me. 🙂 (I would have brought Liz home with me too, but her little ones would miss her).
Still, I’m SO glad she called and suggested a mom’s night out, so that I could have fun with her for a few hours. A few hours was all that I needed to feel calmer, more collected, and rested.
Until next time, Liz. Until next time! 🙂