Night on the Town

when i think of what would be fun it's usually a "night on the town" - shopping, walking, drinking, eating, talking, sight seeing.

turns out, kids want that too - kids want to feel young, alive and spontaneous.

everyday i pick up my prince from school he asks me "where are we going? are we going somewhere fun?" the answer is almost always one of four options 1) grocery store, 2) gym, 3) target, 4) home. yes our life is that exciting folks!

it's hard trying to fit everything in and evenings are crunch time - errands, dinner, bath, brush, books, bed - MOM time which then includes dishes, laundry, reading and wine.

today after work i thought it would be fun this once when he says "where are we going?" i reply with "where do you want to go?"

i knew what his answer would be - Chuck E. Cheese - the arch enemy - the gross, boring, junk food laden, money wasting pit of fun.

i said yes.

and we had a blast. it was fun letting loose and going against our "routine". it was fun to whack a mole and get one extra ticket out of the skiball machine by tugging on it every so slightly - a tactic my brother and i have used for years, originally created at Dream Machine circa 1987.

we walked around the mall - ate in the food court - shared a highly watered down caffeine free sierra mist (thank you Sbarro employee for following my neurotic directions). we walked hand in hand up the escalator giggling and having fun. we said no thank you not once but twice to the freaky massage men in the center court and stayed up late getting mommy's free victoria secret panty.

will he be emotionally scarred for helping me pick out such an item on a school night? i think not.

but hopefully he will remember that he had a date with his mom on a random wednesday and had a blast.

we both felt young - we both felt special - that's all we really need sometimes.

coming home

i've missed you, said the blog;
i missed the way you felt good about yourself after you posted;
i missed the way you smiled when your friends left a comment;
i've missed you pouring yourself into me - your thoughts, your ramblings, your observations.

i missed you too, said the girl who stopped expressing herself; said the girl who missed admitting things to the world, who missed feeling like someone listened.

thanks for letting me in, said the girl.

the door was always open, said the blog, you just had to come on in.