Friday, October 15, 2010

There I go again, thinking I can have a social life.

Have I ever mentioned how great being a single mom is? NO?  Hmmm.  That's odd.

I was invited to an open bar event tonight.  Three hours of free drinks with a fun adult person.  Actually, SportsBabe is a friend of C2.  We've met and vowed to hang out, but have yet to have the chance.  So tonight I get a little IM, saying that I needed to be ready for an open bar at 7.  It just happened to be at a casino right around the corner from my house.  It would literally take me all of 2 minutes to get there.  I looked around.  I have Mini Me.  Just as I was about to respond, "I can't go", Mini Me busted through the front door stating that she was spending the night at her friend's house.  REALLY?!  This can't be happening.    Is this really happening?  I told SportsBabe that I would be there, hurriedly helped MiniMe pack up her things and her sleeping bag, sent her on her way, and hopped in the shower.  "Holy CRAP! I'm going out!!", I thought to myself.  I was way too excited.  It turned out to be my downfall.
I was getting ready to walk out the door and I saw Mini Me's things by the front door.  She obviously got a little over-excited a bit too early and her plans got ruined too.  Her friend said she could spend the night without actually asking first.  Mini Me confirmed that she was not spending the night when I found her playing outside.  "Go to your party, Mom.  I'm old enough.  I'm 8!  I'll be fine!", she told me.  I will admit that for a split second, that little evil version of me whispered in my ear that she was right.  I shook it off.  I turned around and walked back inside, actually fighting back tears.  I had a really difficult week.  I actually went without power for most of it.  I honestly cannot believe I am admitting that, but it's not like I am the only person on Earth that has ever dealt with it.  The power company was being a jerk and wouldn't give me a few extra days to pay my bill.  It's back on now.  It actually got turned back on as I was getting ready to go out.  It wasn't the end of the world not having electricity, but it really didn't make for a stress-free week.

I needed this free night out.  I needed fun with adults.  New adults.  Adults I have never spent time with.

So, now I am sitting on my couch, venting with my blog, in a fabulous strapless ensemble.  My ass looks amazing.  Maybe I'll go to the grocery store in this outfit, grab some wine, then come home, change into an oversize tee and watch Ghost Adventures.  That sounds so fun I can hardly stand it. (obviously, this is sarcasm)

I know one day I'll be able to have a life.  Mini Me will soon be spending time away on the weekends with her friends, just like Little Man does.  I'll have all the free time in the world and I'll be venting about how much I miss my babies and want to spend time with them....or not.  I literally missed my twenties.  I was in a relationship at 19, a mom at 20, and a mom for the second time at 23.  I left my ex a month shy of my 29th birthday.  I am ready to experience my single life and feel like I still have not been able to fully.  By the way, how the fuck am I supposed to keep a man when I can barely get out of the house to go on dates???!!  I'm sad.  I'm frustrated.  I need a hug...or at least a cuddle partner of the opposite sex to watch my show with.  :sighs:  This sucks.
I'll get over it.  I'll have a little to drink, I'll stalk people on Facebook that I hardly know, and watch cool shows about ghosts.
Damn. My boobs looks fucking great; it's a shame.  They really deserve to be looked at.  Sorry girls...another night.

Sidenote: I got a voicemail from my sister, Tattooed and Organic (hehe. I love that name).  She says that you know you're old when you go into Hot Topic looking for a Slayer and Iron Maiden T-shirt (of which I want both) and all they have are Justin Bieber and Twilight.  Isn't that the truth?  I used to be the cool person that shopped I am the old broad that shops there.  Which is why I don't shop there.  Anyways, it made me smile and thinking about it is making me feel better already.

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