Jul 31 2008
Mom’s Night Out
Occasionally I like to get away from my children. I run screaming, actually. Then I giggle like a school girl as I watch my house shrink in the rearview mirror. It’s the cheapest therapy I can think of.
Usually Mom’s Night Out involves me and my sister going out to dinner, gorging on gigantic portions to near splitting, and gloating over the fact that we don’t have to quiet, feed, or wipe down anyone but ourselves. We can have uninterrupted conversations. Uninterrupted. When other people’s children squeal or cry or throw forks at the wait staff, we grin silently with the knowledge that it’s not our problem and…well, we’ve been there.
Last night we decided on The Cheesecake Factory since it’s midway between her house and my house. Let me tell you why that was a bad choice.
The food was great, the cheesecake was yummy but last night was special. It was $1.50 a slice cheesecake night, compared to their regular priced $8-ish a slice, apparently a rare occurence. So we accidentally stumbled upon a great deal, right? Except so did everyone and their moms and their grandmas and even their distant aunties. It was a Wednesday and we had to wait an hour and a half for a table. I was starving and sweating and getting elbowed as we waited outside for our little buzzer to light up announcing our table was finally available. By the time we finished eating it was 10:30. By the time we paid our tab and walked out, we couldn’t think of a single other thing to do. We don’t drink, we don’t party, we don’t play pool, and there are no late movies on a Wednesday.
We called it a night.
Even so, it was totally worth it to come home to a quiet house where the kids were sleeping peacefully. They’re like little angels when they’re sleeping.
