Getting Fancy.

Once a year I get to go to a movie premiere. I count down to it for about 364 days.
Sad, I know but us stay at home mommies have to take it where we can.

My children are still young enough that they think it's fun to see mummy get all dressed up and don't pout that they are not going too. It's very sweet to see the wonder in their eyes when I put on my dress and shed my sweat pant wearing, hair in a ponytail, always in the kitchen persona.

As I may have mentioned before, we don't have family nearby (or even on the same continent) so we also have annual baby sitting drama. This year I have press ganged my friend into taking the kids for a sleep over.
This guarantees that everyone (with the possible exception of my friend) is excited about our plans.

I find myself wistful on two counts.

I remember my aunt, who I stayed with often as a child, getting dressed to go to a dinner dance every Saturday night.
My nana lived in the same house so she and I would sit and watch as my aunt applied mascara, fixed her beehive and donned a maxi gown. (It was the 70's)
It was the stuff a little girl dreams about. If I was very quiet she would let me have a smear of lipstick. I can still taste it.
It's nice to be on the other side of that now.

However, today as I get ready to go out I am juggling lunch, diapers and over-night bag packing.
Having a glass of wine, with loud music in the background while getting ready was one of my favorite things when I was a twenty something.
I miss being a twenty something.

My favorite part of the whole thing is that as tomorrow is Mother's Day - I will be sleeping off the champagne when the husband goes to pick up the kids.
Happy Mother's Day to me!