This weekend, I did something unprecedented. I went out. Without my child. Both nights. Even more unprecedented: I went out without my husband.
I am so totally out of shape (see, bowling IS a sport) that after scarfing down a burger, fries and two lemon martinis, I actually strained a muscle in my forearm whilst tossing a ten-pound ball down a lacquered wooden floor. So, so sad.
But the best part was I felt like I was getting some of me back – not R’s mommy, not Dave’s wife, not “job title here.” Michelle is still in there somewhere! And she can laugh! And talk with other women! And stay out past 10 p.m.!
Who would have thought?