A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Moms Night Out

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Moms Night Out

YES!! I just got back from a wonderful moms night out with the PTO moms I serve with. We had a nice dinner sans hubbies and kids...refreshing! ;-)
We had planned to go to a Fondue place, The Mona Lisa. We went in at 6pm and they told us you had to have reservations since they only staff for the people they are going to have that night. WHAT? Interesting for a place that serves meals at $25 a person (thank goodness the PTO was paying for it!) Anyway, they told us if we wanted to wait an hour he could have a waiter come in to serve us...the place was DEAD. We bagged off and decided to go to the Outback.
We ate so much I think I rolled out of there. Dinner, drinks and dessert. I had one drink, peachy alcoholic drink....which is rare for me since I am a lush. The moms were hoping I would jump on the table and get arrested just to see themselves on the 10pm news. hehe Our waiter was no help since he told me that the poles in the place had been sanded and if I pole danced I would not get splinters in my thighs....o...k....
Anyway, it was a wonderful night out with the mommies which I needed badly.
Off to bed now so I can rest up for the alarm to go off at 6am and get all of us to school for field day....almost done for the year!!!!

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes