Girls' Night

It's been a tough week.  I didn't admit that out loud until yesterday as I faced myself squarely in the mirror and saw the shiner that now exists below my right eye.  It's HUGE!  That was just the outward representation of a truly difficult week--the icing on the cake, if you will.

No, the Warden didn't beat me with a stick.  It was the back of my five-year-old's head.  I swear I've never had any marks from my children (except for those from childbirth) until now.  Sometimes #7, when I'm laying on the bed reading to her, will readjust her head on the pillow and come down on my face instead, and I know I've had a head or two hit me square in the middle of the front of my neck--OUCH!, but yesterday, when this happened, I knew I was in for a loverly mark.  And, so it is.

My good friend has been planning a girls night out for months--really.  I got the Facebook invitation, but I just couldn't bring myself to commit.  With yesterday being the Warden's birthday, I thought for sure we'd be partying it up tonight (it being the weekend), but I actually took him out on Wednesday, and we had a fun little shopping spree together just the two of us.

Today I kept my kids' friends while she went to school (it was a day off for the kids--like I mentioned in the last post).  When she came to pick the kids up this afternoon, she asked  if I was coming.  I had no excuse.

Now, I have to be honest here....I have become TOTALLY socially awkward.  I leave a social occasion wondering if I talked to much or if I said just the wrong thing.  It's terrible.  I was so worried that this would be the situation this time, that I just knew I couldn't do it.  I told her I would, but "don't be surprised if I back out."  She said she would drag me out if I backed out.  She would too.  She's that kind of friend--everybody needs a Tonya in their lives.

I did back down but looked at the alternative and decided that I would much rather be with a bunch of women especially after such a hard week.

I'm so glad I went.  I loved every woman there.  Amazing people--all different, but all amazing.

Oh, we went to that friends house, after we ate at a restaurant, to have dessert.  I didn't touch a thing, but I sure had fun and interesting conversation--thanks Paige and Kim.  You may have just been the next tender mercies in my life.  Thank you!

Here I am home now, and I haven't even analyzed what I said or did once.  Aren't you proud of me.  I would say that's a step in the right direction.  Phew!