Dinner with the work people went well. By that I mean, I made it through without spilling anything on myself, I didn't say anything I shouldn't have and I actually made eye contact without shaking! But more than than that, I got to dress up! Of course, I'm a bad blogger because I didn't get a picture of my outfit but I was really happy with it - I even got to wear heels! I wore my dyed jeans, a ruffly tank top and a cute jacket over it. I so rarely get to dress up anymore and as I dressed Sofia in her cute ruffly socks and sparkly shoes, I was positively giddy!
Now here's where I become a girl and I whine: Drew didn't even notice my outfit. I was so happy to have found a cute shirt that I could nurse in, I was wearing jeans that fit, I even put on makeup so that I could be Wifey Extraordinaire and make him proud and he didn't say one word! I was so hurt! He says he said something in the car but I either blacked out in that precise moment or he said it with his mind. Either way, I don't remember. I've just been in such a funk over my wardrobe and when I found something that made me look cute, it just stung that much more that my own husband didn't even notice.
However, we got to the restaurant and everyone made such a fuss over the baby and how cute she was that I was too proud to be upset anymore.
Now here's where I become a mom and I rant: Dinner was at six. Sofia usually goes to bed between seven and eight and I knew we were on a timeclock. She does well until she doesn't and I was hoping to get out of the restaurant without too much incident.
But the last of our party took forever to arrive. I kept looking around, willing him to get there so we could get started with dinner, the baby growing squirm-ier by the second. We were on our way to a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to speed dinner along.
Homeboy didn't arrive until almost 7:30 and by the time we got our entrees and finished it nearly nine. The restaurant was a teeny hole in the wall so when I got up to walk around with the baby, it was a short trip. Nursing her was another story. I have zero problems nursing in public but the tables in the hole in the wall restaurant were also teeny and I was seated across from Drew's boss - about six inches away. Our plates were practically touching so I wasn't about to whip it out at the table. I'm a ninja nurser - when I nurse in public you can hardly tell I'm doing it, but even I'm not that good. So I went to another part of the teeny restaurant to nurse her but that trick didn't phase her. She knew I was trying to put her to sleep and she was like, yeah I don't think so. Let's squirm and squeal and make sure everyone is looking at me!
We finally left and I was really steamed. I felt like I was the only one who was sensitive to the baby's bedtime, that everyone else was taking their sweet time, lingering over their meals and wine while I was shoveling my food in as quick as possible. However, it was really a no-win situation because I sort of had to meet the boss and the work people, we couldn't have gotten a sitter, and it had to be after work. That didn't stop me from being pissed that we kept the baby out past her bedtime. I felt like a bad mother and it made me realize that our nights of going out to dinner are quickly coming to an end.
Oh well - I fulfilled my duty, I play Wifey and now I can get back to what I'd really rather be doing: playing with my baby. Check it out!
Sorry for the poor quality - it was dim in the room and I
hastily grabbed my camera, but it was too cute not to share!