Mommy-Daughter Date

I’m working almost full time this week, but Andrea has been asking for a mother-daughter date for months. Seriously. No exaggeration. I’ve had good intentions, but with fitting all of the rest of life in, I haven’t had the time or opportunity to take JUST her to do something fun.

After work today, Josh went to his BFF’s house and “Angel” was already home with mom, so I decided to do a spur-of-the-moment date with Andrea.

Without telling her.

At the very first turn after school, when I went the opposite direction we do to go home, I expected her to ask where we were going. Nope. Maybe when we pass through the next town? Nope. Surely when we get on the freeway? Nope.

I could have driven to her grandparents’ house in Hermiston and I don’t think she would have noticed!

As she’s jabbering away about her day–hurt knee, who had a cell phone now, Kenz’s dad squishing her at lunch–she mentions that she really wants to go on a date with me. “Please, Mom, can’t we do it soon?”

“I guess.” Didn’t even crack a smile.

“Maybe we can bring Angel with us.”

“No, I don’t think she’ll come.”

Finally, as we were within five minutes of reaching our destination, I informed her she was ON a date with me. Giggles galore!

That bargain hunter helped me find four dresses to buy off the clearance rack with my Kohl’s cash from Safeway and my birthday gift card from Brooke. One of them is a fancy little number that seems made for me. You know the one, ladies? Where you don’t have to buy any amazing, yet seemingly invisible, accoutrements to make your body be where it should be?

Loved the IHOP kids-eat-free deal so we could stuff our faces with pancakes and eggs and bacon and sausage, then drown it all with hot chocolate.

In the spirit of the upcoming turkey day, I say I’m thankful for yummy food, good dress designers, … and an amazing afternoon with my girl.