My “group” and I have been trying to organize a night out together. We thought it would be nice to get together on our own terms. We could talk about our losses, or NOT. I wouldn’t matter. The point was that we would just be able to enjoy and build upon the friendships that we have developed over the past months together. I am not sure which one of us first coined the phrase “Widowed Moms’ Night Out” (WMNO), but it was ever so fitting for the task at hand.
It seems like we’ve been trying to plan our evening out for an endless period of time. Tonight, we were finally able to enjoy our get together. The six of us, along with our thirteen children, made an intimidating group of nineteen. Fortunately for us, our waiter was a well organized and easy-going guy. Fortunately for him, we were just as easy going, and well-behaved, I might add. This is how the table looked after our “group” had enjoyed our dinner. Take it from me; this was one meal that we were all happy to have a break from clean up duty.
Eventually, we *will* succeed in getting out on our own, however tonight we were satisfied to all have kids in tow. That in and of itself was a grand accomplishment – at least it was for me.
Being able to have a social even with my group of friends was a pretty big deal for me. It seems that it is ever more difficult to get out for events such as these. Something always seems to get in the way. Today was no different from the rest. It was one of those days when time just kept slipping away. Computer issues sucked up my morning and left me stressed about leaving early for my “group” meeting. I was determined that I would not miss out on our special plans for the night. As long as I made it out the door on time, I would tolerate my lunch of instant oatmeal and strawberries. At the end of the day, I was printing and faxing like a banshee. I am glad that I was able to make it happen.