You know what really grinds my gears – -Last minute dinner invites that start after 8 p.m.
My typical Saturday nights B.C. (before child) were grand. Extravagant meals out at the newest restaurants in town, drinks before, during and after dinner and then where ever the night would take us. It was truly glorious.
Saturday nights A.C. (after child) = LAME
We have now come to tell friends/family, if they want to make plans, do it a week in advance. Say whaaaa??? B.C. this was unheard of. We were the fly by the seat of our pants kind of couple that would wait ’til the last minute to decide what we are doing for the night. My, how things have changed. As you may have guessed, after that preface, the invites have become few and far between. But when we do get the last minute ‘heeey lets do dinner’ invites, they usually are for 8 p.m. or later. Yeah, tonight we got one of those. I know I said I’d never be one of “those” moms, but some aspects of being a parent puts me in that category and that something is called a schedule. My mini-me is on a very strict schedule (f@#$ yeah! greatest.thing.ever.) and if derailed… ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE! And who would feel the wrath of that? None other than good old mommy. But we’ll have more on that topic at later time and post.
No matter how many times we tell people she’s on a schedule and 8 p.m. is bed time, we must be speaking a different language because we continue to get invites for last minute late night dinners. (I know, who woulda thought 8 p.m. would be considered late night, right?) So here I am on a Saturday night; sitting on the couch watching re-runs of “Diners, Drive-in’s and Dives” while drinking a vodka-club soda. Oh, and where’s my husband you ask? Yeah, at dinner………………………..with out me!
Sigh.
Payback’s a bitch. A very expensive, sparkly, maybe new outfit kinda bitch. Yup, sounds about right!
– Amanda
