by Kelli Bowen
You know those weeks where the doting [insert relative or friend]
Sometimes we just sit in the car once we get home from errands and the kids leave the car, just enjoying each other’s company for just one more song.
Because of our lack of outlet, when we do get a glimmer of adult-time, we go hard. We hang for just one more song. Take last weekend…
It was Hubby’s employer's Christmas party. We had 17 hours of grandma watching the girls. We had a room in town and we were ready.
There’s a cliche of the mom who doesn’t get out of the house and then ends up going over-the-top when finally given a little freedom: face tattoo, broken foot from dancing, arrested, etc., etc.
It was SUCH a fun night! We arrived for the social hour, had some cocktails, dinner, cocktails, danced, cocktails, Macarena, cocktails, and so on.
At one point Hubby’s coworkers asked if “the wife” had joined him for the evening, and Hubby let them know I was the woman aggressively playing the cowbell to “Don’t Fear The Reaper” a few moments ago.
As we wrapped up the evening dancing to our song: “You Shook Me All Night Long” and deciding we had finally had enough flavored whiskey, we heard the sweet siren song of pizza delivery and were ready to call it a night.
…that was until the band needed someone to sing the girl part to “Paradise By The Dashboard Light.”
Just one more song…
Kelli makes her home in Cass County with her husband, two daughters (11 and 8) and two dogs. She works for a regional seed company by day and tries to be an alright mom, wife, friend and writer by night.
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