Last Saturday I went to the J Boog concert. J Boog kiiiiiilled it! Weekends just aren't what they use to be so a girls-night-out was way overdue. Even though it was nice to get out...I realized I don't think I'll ever be able to fully enjoy anything for myself like how I use to pre-motherhood. When we left for the concert I felt guilty for leaving my son (to the point where I thought "maybe I shouldn't go?") then the rest of the night all I could think about was him and wonder what he was doing at that moment...am I crazy?...or am I just a mother? Probably both.
But I know my son was in good hands with his favorite Unko Don. And other than the guilty-over-protective-motherly feelings I had a good time. (Plus, my baby-daddy missed me...And I love it when he gets "soft" like that. It's cute.)