I think I've mentioned here before that I'm blessed to have a great relationship with my in-laws. My mother-in-law and sister-in-law are actually counted among my friends, and for that I'm very grateful. For one thing, it makes my marriage just that much easier. Those of you out there who might not have such a great relationship with your MIL know what I'm talking about. I'm not sure if way back in the beginning she consciously made the decision to befriend her son's new wife, or if I made the decision to befriend that Unknown But Oft Described As Evil Entity Called Mother-In-Law; but it was good decision on both our parts.
All of that lead in to tell you about last night.
My mother-in-law (from this point forward, I'm going to call her Mama G, since that is easier than typing out "mother-in-law" and sounds better than MIL) and sister-in-law (who will hereafter be known simply as Sis, since I honestly do consider her the sister I never had) decided to kidnap me for a Girls' Night Out. I don't get to do those but once in a blue moon, so Coach was even enthusiastic about it. (Although that might have been just so that he could have some uninterrupted XBox 360 time. Damn "Call of Duty".)
On my way out, I made sure to stop at each son's room to chat for a few minutes and say goodnight. Bug, sweetheart that he is, told me I smelled good and to have fun. Jock, however, looked at me with his big, soulful brown eyes full of confusion, and said:
But ..... what about dinner for us? Aren't you feeding us?
When I reminded him that he's 14 and more than capable of feeding himself (he long ago discovered how easy ramen is!), he replied: But .... you're the mom. I didn't think he could sound anymore pathetic than the first question, but he proved me wrong.
I just shook my head, gave him a hug, told him I loved him and left.
WooHoo!!! I was FREE, baby!
We went to a small local bar, where I proceeded to have two Long Island Iced Teas. Two. That's it. I even had a plate of chicken strips, so I could honestly say my evening wasn't all liquid! Didn't matter. See, I don't drink much. Hardly at all, actually. Its a source of endless amusement in Coach's family to actually have an evening where I AM drinking, as its pretty much a guarantee that I'll be the most hilarious person in the room! However, I wasn't that bad. Just giggled a lot. :)
In my defense, there was a lot to giggle at! At the bar next to where were sitting, there was a lesbian couple and a rather large man that one of the women was teasing rather shamelessly. The more "masculine" of the two women was making snarky (funny, but snarky nonetheless) comments to the poor guy about who was going home with the tease in question. Now, while that was a somewhat funny conversation to listen to, the part that made Sis and I laugh until we cried was when we had to explain to Mama G that the "little guy" was actually a woman. Priceless!
And so the night ended with a lot of laughs. I ended up staying over at Mama G's house, which left my boys at home. Seems to me that my freedom gave them theirs, as well! But when I called home this morning, on my way from Mama G's house to a baby shower I was going to for a friend, Bug answered.
B: Hi Mom!
Me: Hi baby!
B: Why didn't you come home last night? Were you drunk?
Me: No, I was not.
B: But you were drinking (said with the utmost disgust, I might add!), weren't you?
Me: I only had two. That did not make me drunk, but you know my rule about not driving when drinking at all. So I stayed the night at Grandma's house.
B: So where's your car? Who drove last night? And what about Grandma? Was she drinking too?
Me: My car is with me right now. Grandma drove, and no, she wasn't drinking.
For cryin' out loud. The kid was worse than my dad! It was all I could do to not laugh when he was giving me the third degree. But I know he meant well, and I'm honestly glad to know that some of what we've been teaching them has obviously sunk in a bit.
But I guess next time I should try to sneak back in before he wakes up!