Ya Gotta Do What Ya Gotta Do
Ii’s 2:00 AM and I must be losing my mind because I am in the TV room, in the dark, watching a movie, all by myself … drinking caffeine free Diet Coke and sucking on red licorice. It’s my private “Girl’s Night Out”… a little “Rest & Relaxation”.
Year’s ago when I had five little children age 9 and under I looked forward to Tuesdays because that was the day we all went to Primary (the children’s program of our church) and then because of having the best husband in the world I would take the children home, drop them off and then make the rounds in our new Volkswagen bus picking up my lady friends for Girl’s Night Out. There were 5 or 6 of us who were regulars but occasionally we filled the van. We lived in the small Utah town of Blanding and there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot we could do. There was one hamburger place … and we were regulars. Two hours it took us to eat our hamburgers and get all our laughs out. I was the luckiest of all the gals … when I got home my man had fed the kids and had them in their pajamas. The kids loved it, their dad loved it, and I loved it.
It’s not quite the same when you are the only one partying. Sometimes you just have to adapt. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
