-cuss cuss cuss words.

here's the scene:
car keys in hand, lip gloss on, tight jeans zipped, blood fueled with premium caffeine, 2 babysitters in position, hand on the door to the garage and......................................
2 little boys, with tears dripping off their chins, crying for their momma.

i had to cancel my amazing date with myself tonight because separation anxiety got the best of the Lewis babies. after my 2 week stint as a single parent with an overworked and stressed out spouse that finally took himself to mexico, i felt i looong deserved a night out alone.

all i need in life is 3 simple things:
1) a pedicure in dark gray
2) a baby free meal in a restaurant with an overly attentive waiter and
3) harry potter.

instead, i got:
1) an evening at costco with 2 crazy little men running up and down the canned tomato products aisle
2) a mediocre spinach salad with baby hands reaching in the bowl between each fork stab and
3) a toddler that refuses to go to bed and is currently laying on the office loveseat watching me type this at 11:11pm.

i'm frustruated. i'm tired. i'm really missing me. and i'm such a sucker for sobbing babies that look like their daddy.

i have to take it out on someone. i think i'm going to really stick it to mother nature. that's right. no recycling all tomorrow. that should make me feel better for a day.

there's always tomorrow. maybe the boys will get over it and realize mommy really needs time with herself before she starts pulling out her eyelashes one at a time. but probably not. i just noticed that brooks fell asleep on the couch and i've got exactly 8 hours to myself. i should probably sleep but i wonder if they notice if i snuck out for the midnight show?

here's some old pictures of me to keep this from being a pictureless post.
one is of me laughing at something. and the other is of me trying to look sexy.
both are of me looking retarded.
enjoy.