Missing the Beer Event

Tonight serves as a perfect example as to the hate part of my love hate relationship as a BW.   Thanks  to a wonderful boss I was able to keep my job and report to Atlanta once a month for unit meetings.  Let me tell you the grass is not greener on the other side.   I do love the perk of being able to wear Yoga pants daily, but there is a downside.   It is freaking lonely.   I have turned into one of those annoying people if you call me I will keep you on the phone talking way longer than necessary.    That being said you would think I would jump at the chance to go out.   Sadly that is not the case.  

Tonight Kevin is at a beer event at Tybee.  It is about a 50 min. drive from our house to the beer event.  Kevin already working down town and only 15 min away so he is just going to go over to the venue after work .   Now he did ask if I wanted to come.  It would be nice if all I had to do was just walk out the door and meet him.  I first I would have to try on 10 different outfits  not liking any of them and settling for the most comfortable one I can get away with wearing, then I would spend way too much time trying to curl my hair only to stick in a ponytail because it is so hot outside, then put on make-up while either body blocking a two year old from “helping” me with my make-up or having her scream and pound tiny fists on the bathroom door,  then I would have to make sure I get  all three  kids dinner, and make them put clothes on and either pack them up and send them to my Mother or have her come over.   Of course the kids would complain about whatever I would fix and pick on each other the entire time I am attempting to get ready.  I am  wore out before I ever leave the house and most likely late thus I would  have Kevin calling me on my cell asking where I was and how much longer until I got there.    Let’s not forget the fact I have no clue where I am going or how to get there.  This would then frustrate Kevin having to give me directions my toddler could follow, especially  since I have been to the place before just three years ago with him driving.   How could I not know where I am going?   There the evening and moods would just take a giant spiral downward.   Oh and I would not be able to drink since I drove.    AND that my friends is why I am not out with my husband tonight living it up, drinking some beer, and handing out koozies.  Instead I ordered a pizza, put cartoons on, letting the kids run wild, free, and naked around the house while I explain to you why I am not being Kevin’s trophy wife tonight.   The trophy part may be a tad stretching it, but it’s my world and I might as well be delusional.    I really should be doing something productive like the stack of dishes, mountain of laundry, or even remove the marker from my toddler’s hand that she just ran by waving in the air.  No thanks.   I have some paper plates(I hope),  still clean underwear left  and why buy the magic erasers if you don’t have toddler art to remove from walls?  I have my ghost  show to watch tonight “Dead Files”  and the entire new season of ” Drop Dead Diva” and “Glee” on NetFlix that is way more important than koozies, did I mention Kevin made a beer fridge with tap handles so I got the beer part covered.  I will just do all  the productive stuff tomorrow ….maybe.