SAHM by day. Superstar by night.

Written by OHmommy

Sunday, 05 April 2009 19:00

Saturday Day: Sent husband to work with a fully belly. Prepared breakfast for children. Mopped the kitchen floor. Towed three children to the neighborhood Easter Egg hunt. Made sure that each child equally had enough photos documenting the hunt. Drove half way across Cleveland to son's barber shop. Fed three children Wendys in the minivan. Wrapped birthday presents. Dropped off two children to two separate parties. Emptied the minivan of french fries. Cleaned the house for the babysitters. Made a stir fry. Fed family dinner. Bathed. Dressed. Re-dressed. Dressed for the night. Re-dressed in the right outfit for the night. Picked out husband's clothes, "Trust me I'm a Dentist" tee instead of the "I love Hot Moms" tee. Giggled. Called myself a big giddy dork. Managed children's bath. Hugged. Kissed. Left kids in care of grandparents.

Saturday Night: Cranked up the volume in the SUV with no french fries on the floor. Rolled down the windows. Sang. Arrived at venue. Ate boneless chicken wings with fear of exploding out of size four skirt. Smiled at the thought of wearing a size four skirt. Took 200 picture of sweet girlfriend's 40th birthday bash. Got hit on by someone my baby brother's age, on the way to the bathroom. Told husband and all of his friends about getting hit on. Danced. Convinced four random grown men that I was a famous sports columnist for ESPN dot com in town for LeBron James. Watched as husband kept a poker face while I dished out very random basketball facts. Danced. Sang. Realized it was midnight. Danced faster. Laughed all the way home in preggo Indy's car. Feel asleep with feet cramped in the stiletto position.