My kids have only gone to school 3 days out of 14.....that is just not enough for me. Actually, it's not enough for them either. In order to preserve everyone's sanity today, we went to see a movie. Saw Gnomeo and Juliet. I loved it....the boys not so much. They must not have gotten all the hidden innuendos and underlying humor. I chuckled thru the whole thing, which is a testament to the movie since I am on the verge of loosing my sense of humor after all of these days of togetherness.
So, tonight there will be no whine hour for this girl...I am going O U T! On a date! Tonight I will channel my inner girl....I will put on some sassy shoes, get out of the mommy suit and kick my heels up a little bit! I'm going to locate that all important sense of humor and get it firmly back in place. All moms need to do this..and do it often. With your man or with your girls, it doesn't matter, just get out there and act like a grown up, with other grown ups! Wahooooo!!
There is no wine of the day as I will be having whatever the very highly educated wine guy at the restaurant suggests. I'm pretty sure he doesn't pick on cuteness of label. ;)
The W(h)ine Hour..
Every household has one…the whine hour. It’s those bewitching hours between approximately 5 and 8pm in the evening when the kids go crazy and moms across the world lose their minds completely. It doesn’t matter if you have babies, toddlers, kids, tweens, or teens; those hours of dinner/homework/bath time/ bedtime can just about do a momma in. What is a girl to do? It’s simple and brilliant actually, just slip in a little wine of your own! Now, I’m not suggesting anyone down a bottle of whiskey everyday between the hours of 5 and 8, in fact if you do that you will have a few whine hours of your own the next morning. Basically, a little wine during the whine hours will keep you out of the padded cell at the local cookoo house where people will walk by and peek in your little window and say things like “aww, poor mom has lost her marbles” and “hmmm, now that’s a crazy one right there, sits in there all day and hits herself over the head with a Barbie and a hotwheel”. Don’t smirk, it can happen.
So, enjoy the tales of my whine hour, and how I survive each and everyone of one of them with a sense of humor and a good bottle of wine! After all, the whine hour comes around every single day, a girl has to be prepared!