GNO, OMG!

We've had Snotapalooza goin' on up in my house for at least the last week.  I mean seriously, how much mucous can a nine-month-old make?  A lot. 

I was invited to a Girls' Night Out with my four fab sustas and my mother this past Friday night.  I thought I would feel guilty about leaving my sick baby with his daddy.  WRONG!  Whew!  I could not get out of the house fast enough.  It was a much-needed reprieve.

Getting all the girls in my family together usually takes the planets and stars aligning just so.  Not the case this time.  My sister-in-law seemed to pull it off with a couple of e-mails.  Literally. 

I drove one of my sustas and my mother to Raleigh to meet the other three, since we are scattered all over the great state of North Carolina.  We did not make it out of the driveway before I had to remind Mother that her ticket said "Passenger" and mine said "Pilot".  (Control issues.  Sheesh).  We made it safely--and on time, thankyouverymuch. 

All six of us piled back in the MamaMobile to head downtown to a holiday extravaganza shopping SPREE!  There were two full bars, 'cause apparently that's how they roll in Raleigh.  Just sayin'.  Shoppin' and drankin'. 

There were vendors from all over selling just about everything imaginable.  Clothes, jewelry, pottery, accesories, you name it.  I was thisclose to buying organic bamboo cloth diapers.  Looking back on it now, it must have been sleep deprivation 'cause in my right mind, I wouldn't have given it a second thought.  But we could save so much money!  Thank goodness one of my sustas restored me to sanity. 

We then headed to dinner at this awesome Lebanese restaurant downtown.  After a mild hiccup in my evening caused by one of my teenagers, I dined on an awesome seafood crepe and had some of the best hummus I've ever tasted. 

We then headed to one of the bars where my brother hangs out.  Or as my sister-in-law calls it, "loiters".  It was obvious this place was like a second home, as he has his own stool and was hanging out with an off-duty bartender.  Yikes.  Whenever I log on to Facebook, I see where he has "Checked-In" at this joint (nightly) and was thrilled when his wife "Checked-In" and tagged me as well.  Okay so I might have actually asked her to.  Multiple times.  I'm not cool enough nor do I leave the house enough to warrant checking in somewhere on the Facebook, so it was nice to get to do it, just this once. 

We then said our goodbyes and headed home.  I got in waaaaay past my bedtime and walked in to hear a still-snotty Skinky screaming.  My immediate thought was, Yessss!  He's awake!

Motherhood is in and of itself a sickness, turns out.