A Mom’s Night Alone

Let me set the scene for you…


Last Tuesday evening.  The kids just went to bed and Hub and I are sitting on the couch watching HGTV (List it! Don’t Love it! Always List it!).  Hub turns to me and says “This Saturday I’m going to bring the kids to my mom’s and stay overnight” to which I nonchalantly reply “Oh, ok. That’s cool.”  Meanwhile, in my head…




Oh. My. God.  A night to myself.  An entire night to myself.  Oh the possibilities!   A few years ago I would have called up a dozen girlfriends and set up a crazy girls’ night with dinner and drinks and more drinks.  However this 37-year-old mom’s idea of a fun night is a little different.   I started making a list in my head of things I wanted to do.  Let’s see, I am going to organize my closet.  I am going to sort through the boys’ clothes and weed out the things they’ve outgrown.  I am going to catch up on laundry.  I’m going to finally get back into the book I started months ago.  I am going to order a pizza with whatever I want, because there’s no one else to consider.  And…wait for it….I’m going to SLEEP.  I’m going to go to bed knowing there is no chance of someone screaming for mommy in the middle of the night because there is a snow plow outside his window (in April) or crying because he’s teething.  I’m going to sleep uninterrupted until the morning.  And I am going to get out of bed when I want.  My eyes won’t be physically peeled open by little three-year old fingers.   I won’t be woken up to “Mom!  It’s 6:00!  That means MORNING!”


Then this happens….


It’s Saturday morning and my mother-in-law has suddenly come down with an awful cold, which, she obviously didn’t want to spread to my boys.  So, just like that, the night is off.  Oh, ok, that’s cool.   Meanwhile, in my head…




Hey, it’s ok.  Get over it.  There is nothing I can do about it.  But really, I was incredibly disappointed. I didn’t even realize how much I was craving “alone time” until it was taken away.  Despite doing my best to hide my disappointment, my husband sensed it and approached me with a suggestion.  The next day (Sunday), I was going to a bridal shower about an hour away.  What if I went down there this afternoon and got a hotel room near the shower?

Wait.  What?  A hotel room by myself?  Is that weird?  Hub would be alone with the kids all night, all day, with no wife or Grandma help. Could I do that to him?  I couldn’t organize my closet, or do laundry…but…I could surely get a pizza, read my book, and SLEEP.  I considered it for about 0.03 seconds, and then said “YES!”

Let me tell you a little bit about my night.  I read.  In silence.  I showered.  Without someone banging down the door.  I ate.  By myself.  I drank pinot noir out of a hotel water glass.  I watched TV in bed.  I slept.  All night.  Uninterrupted.  For almost 9 hours.  I showered again (hey, it’s rare I get in a shower once a day, you know I’m going to take advantage of this).  I drank coffee.  In bed.  ALONE.  It.  Was.  Fabulous.



Meanwhile, at home…


Boys' Night!!
Boys’ Night!!


It’s times like these that make me really appreciate my husband for knowing me, recognizing my needs, and sacrificing his weekend to make it happen.  It’s times like these when I take a step back and realize how truly good I have it and what a sweet life I have.  So, my darling Hub, what do you say we do this again next weekend? (wait, why are you laughing?)



P.S.   I almost titled this “A Mom’s Night Off” but that would not be accurate. We all know moms don’t take days or nights “off.”  I don’t have to tell you that I texted/called/emailed a few (dozen) times to check in on the boys.  Or about the 20 minutes I spent looking at pictures and videos of them.  Yeah, I know you get it.

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