Written by Emily
If there is one thing I know for absolutely certain, it’s that moms need a time out…not the kind where they have to sit on the step or in the corner (although I certainly deserve it sometimes), but the kind that’s an emotional and mental cleanse best accompanied by a big glass of wine and a table full of girlfriends.
These respites from Mommyhood are too few, but they’re medicine for my soul. I swear I leave those outings feeling like I can float.
A very recent one was no exception. You would have thought I was going on a date. I was so full of anxious energy in my 5-inch wedges and denim blazer. It had been too long since I had a reason to get dressed up. And far too long since I’d sat around a table without having to physically feed anyone. Woot-Woot!
I was meeting six fabulous women who had been my former co-workers. There was a bit of nervousness under my excitement. What if I had nothing to say anymore? Although all but one of us has children, I don’t want to be the mom who talks about nothing but her children. But what else is there, I wondered. We don’t share workplace drama anymore.
Thankfully, the conversation was easy. Easier after my children’s pediatrician, who was seated at the next table, left. I didn’t feel so bad about sucking down my Sangria, either.
I did have to cut my evening a bit short to get home to feed Sylvie and put her to bed. Although my husband hadn’t called, I knew I had stretched it as long as I could.
I gave hugs to the table and jogged to my car (as best I could in those 5-inch wedges). I felt weightless, totally sated on girl talk and good food and decadent dessert. Perfection.
I beeped my car, ready to return to Mommydom. I couldn’t help but notice how lovely my car smelled–a definite departure from smashed Goldfish, animal crackers and hockey equipment. High five to me for keeping it so clean and fresh.
And then it dawned on me as I looked at the passenger seat housing two magazines rather than a Tupperware container of grapes that I forgot to take into the house before I left for my dinner. NOT. MY. CAR.
I leapt so fast from the driver’s seat anyone watching would have thought I sat on hot coals. I instantly started to sweat. Thankfully, I did not stay in the car long enough to detract from its delicious, fruity scent.
To my credit, the vehicle did look at bit like mine. Same brand. Same color. Parked next to my car.
I quickly hopped into my vehicle. I inhaled. Yep. I’d recognize that hybrid mix of kid smell anywhere.
Hello, reality. I am back.