It's my birthday tomorrow and I guess you could say (thanks to the marriage CD's) that I am not "owning my expectations". I thought that we were planning to leave to So Cal tomorrow morning... on my b day, so I planned festivities for this evening (notice the bolded I). Those being dinner, maybe a movie, nothing big. Well, we weren't able to get a babysitter, Chris got home later from work, and he had a killer head ache. The evening had not even begun and we were already off to a bad start. after resting for a bit, Chris insisted we at least go to dinner... I was thinking sushi, but we did the next best thing jimmy johns! Noelle danced to the louder than needed restaurant music while eating her sandwich, as she always does. I secretly hoped the Jimmy Johns employees were looking so they too could see how darling Noelle was, well at least I think she was.
We swung by the movie theater to see if we could catch a movie that would coincide somewhat with Noelle's sleep schedule... Nope. At this point I knew that even with me planning the b day activities, It wasn't going the way I had intended.... no biggy, really. (insert disagreement here) More or less, I told daddy he was in charge, mommy was having a night out. Which Chris was fine with.
Normally I would have called a friend or one of my sisters. Or I would have just driven to my parent's house to relax, but here in St. George we don't know very many people. My one friend... and when I say one friend, I mean one.... My one friend was in Las Vegas for the weekend (Her husband had taken her there for her bday (which was yesterday) to relax and have a shopping spree while G ma watched the baby... Try to beat that Chris! hahaha)
I decided to kick it solo.
Own my expectations, right?
I had the best night ever!!!! It started off at TJ Max. First the jewelry counter. L.O.V.E! I bought a DKNY watch for $25 and a killer floral top, anyways. It was wonderful to be able to shop without any distractions. Noelle goes everywhere with me... She truly is my little friend and I love her so, but hauling around a 27 lb cutie in 100+ degree weather, isn't very easy (insert thought... just wait until you have 4 kids). I spent some time and some money there, then headed to a movie. I had never been to a movie by myself. I have always wanted to go, but the circumstances never permitted. A massive storm was rolling in and the sunset was spectacular. I arrived, Larry Crowne it was. I treated myself to a large Dr. Pepper and while waiting for the previous movie to get out I made conversation with the concessions girl, the floor sweeper girl, a random couple on a date night, and the ticket guy. I am obviously a stay at home mom and a social one at that. I will talk to anyone who will listen.
I didn't mind being alone... rather refreshing. I got the best seat in the house. I would say that we should go to a movie alone together sometime, but that would defeat the point.
Can I just say "What a darling movie"! Very enjoyable. I laughed out loud many times. A sweet and feel good movie. The best part of the night was walking outside and seeing the wet pavement and feeling the cool breeze. The smell was fantastic! The smell of the desert after it rains is indescribable. It was dark and quiet. I would say it was almost a spiritual moment. I realized that I am not taking the time to remember me. Every thought and action I have is for either Chris or Noelle and I have lost something. It is almost as if I am renewed by spending a few hours just hanging out. Ready for a new week. I thought I had done right today by painting my toe nails, but really it is more then that. It's taking time to be you, who is wonderful, even when it is 4:30 pm and you are still in your work out clothes and haven't gone to the gym. It set my mind straight. I returned to a quiet home... ssshhh. All is right in the world. Keep in mind I had a large Dr. Pepper and finished it. Zinggggg!!! Which brings me to this late night posting. The moral of the story. Hang out with yourself, I promise you will like the company.
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