Last Tuesday night my Hubby loaded up his things into a friend's car and they took off together for a long drive to Arizona.
Thankfully their trip went rather well (for the most part) and they made it home safe and sound.
I was home alone with the kiddos for 4.5 days.
By the end of day 1 I was already getting a bit frazzled. By day 2 I was ready to pull my hair out.
So on day 3 I loaded them up and drove them to Houston to visit with my inlaws.
Thankfully, I was able to meet up with a couple of my very best girlfriends for dinner that evening. The plan was to get to Houston, get the kids comfortable with the grandparents and meet up with my friends at the restaurant for dinner. Unfortunately I left a little bit later than I had planned and ended up pretty much dumping the kids and our dog on my inlaws and sprinting out the door. (sorry guys!)
I made it to the restaurant before my friends, and put our name in for a table. The place was packed - our wait was supposed to be 30-35 minutes, but we waited for over an hour.
I felt so bad about myself when my friends showed up. They both looked amazing - all dressed nice and hair and makeup done. I was in a nasty gray long sleeved t-shirt and dirty jeans. I had planned on taking a shower before the drive that afternoon, but had to bathe the dog instead. So while they were looking nice for an evening out, I was a disheveled heap of greasy hair, dirty clothes and body laced with the lovely scent of dirty dog, dog shampoo and fast food french fries.
Ahh the joys of being a mom.
I am sure my friends didn't mind too much, though they did sit on the opposite side of the table. ;-) We still had a great evening that ended all too soon. I really wanted to keep talking, but I could tell they were both tired. There is just never enough time.