Night out

So I haven't posted in a while as I have been recovering from sleep deprivation from my half a night out, said no 27 year old ever. Unless you have 3 kids that keep you awake EVERY NIGHT. The stagette for my friend was a success she ended up having a blast , I however was summoned back home around 11 because my baby needed me .I am a mom first and I chose to have children so they are defiably my first priority, although the Guava martinis were delicious, the green salted margarita jello shots were NOT. It was wonderful to put on a sexy black dress, some mascara, and curl my hair ,and let the MR take care of the mini terrorists for a few hours while I enjoyed a dinner out, jello shots, and a glamorous limo ride with old friends. However just like anything good ,the night came to an end a little to quickly (for me anyways). Although I did manage to stay out until 11. I have been bottle training my almost 5 month old especially for this occasion for almost 2 weeks now. I was successful, however she would only take the bottle from me. My MR told me to go out for the night anyways, that he was okay with crying and eventually if the baby got hungry enough she would take the bottle. I fought every maternal instinct in me begging me to stay....and left . I needed this . He needed this.( I'm sure I have been telling him every day for a month now I needed a break and is tired of my bitching ). Dinner was delicious. The chicken coated in balsamic sauce was still warm when it reached my mouth. I was able to eat my entire plate without sharing it .And after my last bite I wasn't wearing any one else's dinner ,A real treat, as was the Giant guava martini.

Next We all got escorted to our next stop in a limo . Inside the limo there was wine, jin, jello shots and panties(the bride had to guess which bridesmaid bought her which pair). The jello shots I'm sure were fabulous ,except the green one. The green one which I mentioned above. After the first taste I puked in my mouth a little bit, then spit out the jello. Tequila or not there was no way I was swallowing this . A salted green jello shot .No way, no how !! Finally we arrived at our first small town bar. After a few dances with one of the only two old men in the bar our party had started to get a little wild, dancing around with a mini stereo singing into the cord as if it were a micro phone, Some of us were clearly rock stars by this point. This where my night ended. I got the you don't need to come home text, followed by the you need to come home text , then the phone call where you can hear the baby screaming like she is in the exorcist movie . Luckily I was only 10 minutes away from town and a good friend drove out asap to bring me back to my castle ,where i was greeted with an instantaneous stop of tears and a giant where have you been, i love you smile. Off came the heels the black dress and the lip gloss . It was wonderful for a night , but my days of being a rock star are done .....unless it involves air guitars, the ABC's, and 3 little terrorists. For they will only be little once . Good night xoxo