Over the weekend I got to go out to a nightclub with this sign on the wall:
It’s funny how being jammed into a totally oversold club and having beer sloshed on my feet can have the effect of making me feel like I can breathe again. I suppose it’s the magic mix of having no one to be responsible for (except myself, which apparently I forgot about if the way I felt when I woke up is anything to go by) and doing something that I used to do when I wasn’t anyone’s mom.
It’s not that I’m wanting to go back and be twenty-three again (well, maybe a teeny bit sometimes, but it’s strictly for the body), but I do find myself wishing that I’d done a better job of being twenty-three when I was there. And it is this, this very feeling, that causes parents to lecture kids about choices and planning and thinking things through. The longer I parent; the more of those moments I have where I relate so completely to my own parents, the more I realize that so many things can’t be taught. Some stuff you just have to go through to learn. At least, that is true for me.
On Sunday Willow and I went to visit with Gwendomama, Supergirl, and Bubbles (who is in need of a new name). We had a nice, low-key afternoon, that passed too quickly while we talked and I ate all the food in the whole house. (It was good. I was powerless.) We were sent home with some fantastic little wooden toys and what was left of the excellent pumpkin bread, which, uh, didn’t make it home. Again, I was powerless, and Willow helped some.
And now, I must get my non-stage diving ass to the school to pick up the kids.
wha? huh? no moshing?
when the hell did that happen?!
good for you! it’s so great to forget you are a mom for just a little while.
a few months ago my husband and i left the kids with g-ma and went to a show in orlando to see Tribe Called Quest with Q-Tip. we drank a bottle of champagne first at the hotel, and then spent two hours jumping up and down in the pit with a packed crowd. it was absolutely incredible, and it made me feel young again. (like i’m so old to begin with.)
glad you got a chance to relax ! The thirties are becomeing such a time for reflection for me , mixed with a tinge of sheer panic and I am watching my kids grow..
Its a bitch to see your daughter grow into the body you still wish you had..hahaha …its also a bitch to hear your hubby tell your son , the same thing he himself would complain that his dad was telling him..
I want to go clubbing….lol