A few months back, my buddy Tara wrote a post on her blog asking if mommies should go clubbing. Needless to say, the post was quite controversial as many people made really strong points for either side of the argument.
This single NYC mama was all over the "HECK YEA!" side of the argument. Here's why. Read on, my friends...
I think motherhood is amazing, great, and full of the total awesomeness. Like really, nothing compares to me being a mother.
But in the words of Miranda from the Sex And The City 2 movie, "motherhood kicks your ass." Period. Motherhood takes up all of your time, energy, money, niceness, and patience. It's the one TRUE total-body workout, and works every. fiber. of. your. being. WORD! It is all-consuming. And then some.
My two-sense is this: whatever mothers feel that they need to do to get some "me time" in or to burn off some steam, so be it. If that means a glass of wine, a bubble bath, SLEEP!, or going for a run (my fave!), so be it. And if that includes an occasional girls night out, so be it.
So yes, I do go clubbing. And by clubbing, I mean out dancing with my girlfriends. But I do it in moderation. I go out. Occasionally. I have one or two alcoholic drinks. I weight 112 pounds so most of the time that's all I want to handle in order for me to rise and shine and function in mommyland the next morning. But I digress. I dance. A lot. But only with my gals. No bumping and grinding with
creeps strangers for this mama! I wear something sexy. Yes, sexy. Check out my picture from New Years Eve. I love the sparkles!
I take lots of pictures. Sometimes the ones with the booty pose. Oh, you don't know the booty pose? Let me school you. It's the pose where you position your hips/booty to look slightly bigger than it actually is. Like this picture of my girlfriend and me on NYE.
And this shot of another girlfriend and me at restaurant/bar.
(By the way, M and T, you gals are pictured on my blog).
I have fun. FUN! Lots of it. But most importantly, I remember that I am a woman first. First. Motherhood is just a delicious bonus to that.
Then I take my cute little self home, wake up the next morning SOBER and not hungover, head over to Starbucks for a caramel macchiato (love 'em!), pick up my son, and take him to his swimming lessons on time. Or to the Gymboree. Or on a play date. Whatever activity I have planned for him on that day doesn't get interrupted because mommy went clubbing the night before. Just like that, I'm back at it. Doing the mommy thing. And we have fun. FUN! Lots of it.
This post is not to encourage moms to join me at the club. Well, maybe a little bit. Any takers? No, really. Who's game?
This post is to demonstrate how important it is for me to continue to do something that I liked/loved before I had Aiden. So although I modify how often I go out (let's face it, my income is no longer disposable), I don't want to get rid of it altogether.
All work and no play makes Mommy Delicious one sad, sad momma. And not that delicious.
And just so you know, Aiden parties too. It looks something like this Christmas morning picture.
And this one.
According to him, he was having a "Rock N' Roll Show." His words, not mine.