Tonight the hubs and I had a babysitter and a party to attend! Both of those things happen so infrequently that I admit I went way overboard.

 

I made 2 dresses, his bowtie, had planned to make a tuxedo for him but life was like pump yo breaks homie, so we bought a suit instead lol.

 

 

 

 

To further commemorate this date night of epic proportions and my “doing too much” spirit, I hired a photographer to do a photo shoot!

 

We have to discuss a few things. St. Louis has the most disrespectful weather, EVER! All week the weather has been fine. Blue skies low 80s.  I’d gone to the hair stylist Friday to get my natural hair pressed out. A thing to note about my hair. It looks thick AF in its curly state however in reality my hair is quite fine and very soft. 

 

 

Saturday arrives, grey skies and rain. Whyyyyyyyy?! But the show must go on.

My hair is perfectly coiffed, we’re dressed, the kids are loaded. The time it took me to walk from the house to the car. Frizz. But I was smart. I brought my comb and flat iron. Instead of dropping the kids off and leaving. I end up re-curling my hair. Because photo shoot. Yes, that’s happening next. 

 

As we’re taking these photos, every. Single. Curl. Falls.  

 

 

Thankfully we were able to get some good shots before it completely puffed up. Shot out to T. Rhodes Photography for working fast!

 

 

Now, we are in the car my hair looks like dammit I’ll bite cha. So I tell the husband just take me to Walgreens, I’ll wet my hair down buy a sparkly head band and rock my curls.  Enroute to Walgreens I remember my friend Jamie lives nearby. I sent out the bat signal and she swooped in like a badass superhero whose weapons of chioce was a can of holding spray and a flatiron. She saved my hair! I don’t think I’ve hugged her so much ever!

 

 

We go to the party,  we take pictures,  do an interview, chit chat with other people attending, I butcher the words to songs that I think i know the words to but I don’t because the dj is playing the studio version. I quickly realize I’m not as hip as I think I am. 

 

 

Ian and I leave and head to dinner at Weber Grill. We order appetizers and an entree. Eat the apps and have the waitress box entrees up. Because, I’m about to be real real here…

 

The way my life is set up Mon-Fri I’m up at 0630 my kids go down for bed around 1930-1945. I’m SNORING at 2030. Yes, I go to bed at 8:30pm. So, when it’s after 10pm my body is wondering what crisis we are experiencing because there is NO reason for us to be vertical and still wearing a bra. And a strapless one at that.  I totally took it off in the car btw. 

 

 

We snag the kids from the sitter and make our way home and to bed.  All in all, great date night!