Reminisce: (v) to indulge in enjoyable recollections
of past events.
I had a moment tonight.
I dropped M off at her friend's house for her very first sleepover birthday party with explicit instructions to perform no gymnastics because I would prefer no more broken bones this weekend. I took the brother of the birthday girl back to my house to sleep over with my teenagers, with whom he is good friends, so that he wouldn't be the sole boy in his house with a bunch of sugared up tween girls, because let's be honest, nobody wants to go through that.
I headed to Taco Bell to pick up dinner, as that was the food place that all of the boys in my house could agree upon. It was about 6:30-ish, and being the middle of October, the sun was just starting to set. I love this time of day. It's all hazy and beautiful and shiny and the orange/pink hue from the sun reflecting on the clouds reminds me so much of when I was a newly-graduated teenager and I and my roommate would just be getting ready to go out for the night, except that in the middle of the summer it would be around 9 p.m. when the sun was setting like that.
The roommate and I would spend a crazy amount of time doing our hair and our makeup and picking out just the right clothes in the midst of giggling and talking about what we would be doing that night. I will add that the shorts I used to wear will certainly not be worn by my daughter as long as she's living in MY house. (oh my God, did I really just say that?) (yes, I really just said that) (sigh). Then we would head out to 'cruise'...and all was right in the world. We were free, not yet old enough to really feel the weight of adulthood, but legally of age enough to go out and get ourselves into all the trouble we could think of. And boy, did we think of it.
A lot of those nights, we would roll through a drive-thru to grab a bite to eat before meeting up with friends, and I can remember so many times of us waiting on our food with the sun setting just like it was tonight, our music blaring on her 12 inch JBL's, laughing at the dumbest stuff and just generally being carefree and excited to have no parental boundaries by which to adhere.
So, tonight as I sat in the drive-thru, I turned my music up a little and smiled...and then turned my music up a little more and smiled a little bigger...and by the time I got to the window to accept my food from what was surely just a toddler, it hit me right in the face that I was ordering $33.40 worth of food for my teenage sons and their friend, not getting ready for an exciting night out with MY friends, and the toddler was laughing at my blaring music and calling me "Ma'am" and basically insinuating that she would gladly sign me up for a Hoverround so I could make my way around the nursing home where I belong.
That was my moment. An in-my-face reminder that even though I'm still 14 years old in my head, I really and truly am a 34-year-old wife and mother driving an SUV I have to jump to get into buying obscene amounts of food for teenage boys that tower over me and most likely have the exact same mentality that I do. I don't know if any of you understand what I'm trying to say, but now I'm gonna go peek my head in the boys' room and maybe laugh at some fart jokes with them and then probably fall asleep in my chair because it's Friday and that's what Fridays are all about nowadays. Naps. Oh...who am I kidding. Every day is all about some naps if I can manage it. #naps