{Desperate Times...}

Call for Desperate Measures.

You know this, right?
My mom has always said that.

Well, this was me last night getting ready.
I did put make-up on before I left the house though, promise.

And before you think I am randomly taking pictures of myself getting ready just for the fun of it,
 let me explain. 

I was actually sitting on my bed with my curling iron sitting on my bedside table, make-up bag,
brush, deodorant and jewelry scattered all over my bed. 

There is no mirror in my bedroom so I was using photobooth on my MacBook as my mirror.

Pure genius, right?

Desperate times, people.

Oh and why was I getting ready on my bed using my computer camera as a mirror?
Well, let me explain.
Saturday morning Charlotte woke us up at 4:30 a.m. throwing up.
{And yes, she was just sick a few weeks ago, you're right}
She threw up several times, no temp, no other symptoms...that was it.
She had to miss her cousin's birthday party, she stayed home all day and that seemed to be it,
definitely not the flu, but something.
But I had plans.
Dinner first with friends and then going to hear a friend's band play.
Yes, my child was sick yesterday morning and yes, I went out anyway.
But I did skip dinner.
I decided I would wait until the kids were both asleep to make sure nothing else came up with Charlotte.
It didn't.
She fell right asleep but I stayed upstairs to get ready so I could listen and make sure she was okay.
I wasn't going to go if I wasn't convinced that everything was fine.
I might be selfish, but I'm not that selfish. Really.
And I was only going to be about 4-5 blocks from home.

So about 9:45 after everyone was asleep and no one had woke up yet, I peeked in their rooms
 one last time and I headed out.
I didn't feel guilty.
I don't feel guilty going out ever really,  if you want to know the truth.
I am leaving my kids at home with their dad, he is quite capable.
I need time away. We all do. And I take it when I can.
My job is to be here taking care of the kids and the house and all that entails, daily.
I need adult time and conversation, music and yes, drinks help, too.
Having time to myself makes me a better mom, wife and person, It's true.

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So last night I snuck around quietly, getting ready in my bedroom, sitting on my bed putting on mascara, then carried my shoes downstairs so they weren't loud on the wood stairs.
 I felt like a teenager again sneaking out of the house. But I used the door, not the window.
The moral of this story?
Desperate times call for desperate measures...do what you gotta do.
Without guilt.