Reality Mom: Mom's night out
While reading an article about the importance of mom’s night out, I eagerly anticipated the “right on!” sisterly feeling that comes when I read material close to my heart. My hope vanished mid-article when the author stated organizing four of her friends for a night out was more difficult than UN meetings on nuclear disarmament. “You need new friends,” I muttered to myself. I thanked my good fortune and plethora of less picky friends and continued reading. It only got worse as the woman described the very expensive trendy place they chose with horrible service. By the time I read, “At nine thirty I was down ninety five dollars and craving my bed,” I was resolved to write my own version of what a mom’s night out should be.