Wednesday, July 11, 2012

GNO...Aye, Aye, Aye

GNO=Girls Night Out

GNO+Amanda Torres=A Whole Lotta Work

Let me make one thing clear.  I love my friends.  Love them.  They are all so different, but so loving and fun. I enjoy the time I get to spend with them, and last night I got 4 uninterrupted hours with some of my closest friends.

Let me make one more thing clear.  I hate getting ready for GNO.  Even though I'm going to spend time kidless with women who really accept me and all my craziness, prepping the family before I leave is time consuming. 

About three hours before I was supposed to leave, I started getting myself and the house ready for my departure.  I cleaned up, fixed my hair and nails(gasp!), and ironed my clothes.  Meanwhile, I'm starting on dinner for Steven and the kids.  Running back and forth from my bathroom to the kitchen.  Chunky Monkey and Little Man thought this to be a good time to start playing Army Guy.  This would consist of them running around with their toy M16's shooting each other and screaming (I know, your kids don't play with guns...mine do).  This would have been fine and dandy except Chubby Cheekers was sleeping.  Key word...WAS.

After getting on to the boys for their excessive noise, I grabbed Chubby Cheekers from his crib, gave him some milkies from the twins, and then went back to fixing my hair...and cooking dinner.  Since I was no longer allowing the boys to run around like banshees, I decided to have them sit in my bathroom while we did storytelling.  I was halfway through with my story and my hair, when Lindsay came to pick up Chunky Monkey.  I stopped what I was doing, even though I looked ridiculous, and helped her gather all of Chunky Monkey's things from the day.

As they were walking out the door, I finally mixed all the ingredients for the casserole, threw that in the oven, and went to finish my hair. Finally.  

To make a long story short, Steven got home from work, the kids were sitting at the table ready to eat, I gave Chubby Cheekers a 'top off' of milk before leaving, and I threw on my 'going out' clothes.  Then I got in my car and took a deep breath.  FREE-DOM!

I drove slow, changed the radio station when I wanted, and then turned it off and listened to...wait for it...SILENCE!

It was a glorious night of laughing and leisure.  I can't tell you the last time I sat at a restaurant or Starbucks and just talked to adults.  

After late nightin' it, we all decided it was time to return home to our was 9:30pm...yeah, we're wild.
Once I was home, I filled Steven in on the evening and decided to hop in the shower.  I stuck my hands in my pockets before I chunked them in the dirty hamper, but guess what?  My pockets weren't there.  Huh?  Did they fall off?  I quickly reached around the back to feel if they were there.  Yep.  I had put my shorts on backwards and wore them like that the entire night.  And that is precisely why GNO+Amanda Torres=Work.  


Ashley said...

I don't think I own a pair of shorts that could be put on backwards! Shirts yes. Get to work and go to use the bathroom an hour later and notice it's on backwards. Real nice. That was alot of work for you but so worth it!

Alice said...

That is freaking hilarious! I also feel like you do when going out. Half the time Colton "helps" me do my makeup. LOL! And lucky me, Emilee enjoys doing hair, so I get my hair fixed by her.

And my kids play with guns and knives. Violence is always the answer. I kid! But they really do play with guns and knives!