A Woman's Work – Brooke Basically Blogging

Last night I enjoyed a night out. My kids spent the night with family and I didn’t have to worry about them at all.

Planning anything on a Friday is tough for me. I’m exhausted from the work week and all I want to do is take off my bra, put on my favorite sweatshirt and relax on the couch.

When I heard that Boney James was coming to Wilmington I had to go. It made it even better that a friend wanted to go too.

It felt great to be the passenger for once. I stared out the window like a little kid riding in the front seat for the first time. I paid attention to everything. I didn’t worry about if the iPad was charged, if Syd had her medication, and was Harrison ok. I focused on me and enjoyed the night.

I can’t remember the last time I got dressed up and put on real shoes that weren’t sandals. I have a rule. I wear my sandals until November 1st. My niece Kayla and my friend Kristin both told me I needed to wear some cute booties with my new jeans. Well, that’s when I realized I don’t shop for myself. I remembered that I go from flip flops to UGG boots and the cycle repeats itself.

So here I am scrambling in my closet like Cinderella praying that maybe I did buy some cute booties and can’t remember. No such luck. I thought it’s dark no one will see my feet and if they do my toes are cute and polished so it’s all good. Then I remembered my cowboy boots and had a sensory attack like Syd. I felt claustrophobic as soon as I put the boots on and was tempted to cancel the date. I know silly right???

Then I looked in the mirror and thought, “Damn you look good girl!!” That was the motivation self talk that I needed.

We enjoyed a quick dinner before concert and walked to the venue. All while I’m thinking I would have been much more comfortable in my flip flops, but it worked out.

The concert was amazing and Boney James is a talented musician. I started reminiscing about the time I saw him in concert in Detroit years ago. I danced and sang for the entire concert. Cue the hot flash on the way home.

The chilly night air felt good to me while everyone else was wrapped in parkas and winter coats. As embarrassing as it was I had to let my date know that I needed the windows down and to cut that heat off before I pass out. After a few laughs he was understanding and obliged, because my next step was to tell him to pull over so I could call an Uber.

Being a single mom and an autism mom is a full time job. Last night I was reminded that it’s okay to have a night out and stay out past midnight, if only for one night.

Now to find another sitter for the next date??????

❤️

~Brooke