Mommy Treat

Usually on Thursday nights I get to go out and have some "me" time.  I used to love Thursday nights.  I would meet with a group of girlfriends and we would have dinner or a snack and sit and talk and pray.  It was wonderful.  But in the last year or so, my Thursday nights are far less exciting.  I usually leave the house around 7:30, walk around Target until I'm certain the kids have gone to bed, and then I come home, sit on the couch and watch Grey's Anatomy & Private Practice.  Don't get me wrong.  I love my Thursday shows, but I would so much rather be in the company of my girls.  Nowadays I'm lucky if I can get one of my friends to hang out with me.  It's just not that exciting.  Especially because it's the ONLY night a week that I get to myself.  And I'm sure most of you moms know that sometimes you need a little more than a cruise around a store you have to go to once a week anyway, just usually with children. 

Confession time: I'd been feeling a little bitter and resentful towards my husband because on his "guy" night, I don't see him the entire day and then he doesn't get home until midnight.  Last week, he got to go out 3 times, and he still had his usual Monday night this week.  I NEVER give him a hard time about his nights.  Occasionally I'll ask him to come home before midnight but usually only if me or the kids are sick.  So, I was a little ticked when I mentioned I was getting ready to leave and he made a comment that showed his frustration with the kids and the fact that I was leaving while one of them was acting up.  HELLO??!!  I deal with this every single day.  I have earned my 2 hours for the week. You know?  So, needless to say, I was a little annoyed when I finally made it out the door.  Don't make me feel bad for finally getting out, when you've gone out FOUR times in the last week and a half and this is my first night out in 2 weeks. 

In my frustration, and partly in rebellion, I treated myself.  I got paid today and while I was cruising around Old Navy it occurred to me that I haven't bought myself a pair of shorts in FOUR years!  Seriously?! Yes.  I bought my last pair right after I gave birth to Reagan.  I remember it clearly.  So, I bought myself a new pair.  And guess what?  They weren't on sale.  I bought something at full retail.  Something I never do.  I love to get a good deal.  But I really wanted some shorts.  And they fit well and they looked good, so I did.  I have to admit, it made me feel really good.  So good, that I decided to buy a new shirt to go with it.  Why not?

I realize that I am acting like a 4 year old.  But for right now, I'm okay with that.  Sometimes a girl just needs a little treat. :o)

Here's my new outfit.  The picture doesn't do it justice.  It's actually really cute.