She’s Got The Look
You know, that harried-mom-look. I really have to work on my facial expressions. A couple of weeks ago when we were at the grocery store, and my children were up to their usual antics, the cashier took a look at me and asked, “Are you o.k.?” Of course, I answered, “Uh, yes.” Now really, what am I supposed to say to that? Well, actually the little monsters are behaving even worse now than they did all day home, and let me tell ya honey, at home they were horrendous!
Tonight we planned to get carry-out from our favorite hole-in-the-wall Mexican place but our plans were quickly dashed when we pulled up to an empty and dark building. The paper signs on the windows said they were closed due to the electricity being out. Still. (The storm that knocked out a bunch of people’s power was on Saturday morning.) So we went over to Utica Square and ate at Pepper’s, another of our favorite places. By the time our server arrived to take our drink orders the children were already fighting over the crayons. He asked us what we wanted and I said, “I’ll take a water and water for the kids, too.” He looked at me and asked, “How about a Margarita?” Surprised by the idea, I said, “Uh, o.k.” Then he quickly rattled off my options-frozen, to which I immediately and forcefully said, “NO!” He continued, “O.k., on the rocks and with salt?” I think I said yes to all that because that’s what I was served. Hubby must have ordered a pop, because it was delivered with the rest of the drinks, you know, the ones I remembered ordering.
So, this guy took a look at me and saw something in my face that just screamed “THIS WOMAN NEEDS A DRINK! STAT!” Well bless his heart for seeing it, because that Margarita was perfectly done and perfectly hit the spot. Hubby took a picture of me and my drained glass, with a caption of “Now happy momma” and put it on his Brightkite.
And I was “Now happy”, that drink really took the edge off. I am so at a place in my life where I get the “Valium Housewife”-thing. Not that I would do that stuff, but self-medicating with the occasional Margarita doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.