. . . I get to forget there are kids and diapers and housework and work-work and all that other crap. I get to lose myself in the music with the man I fell in love with.
NEWSFLASH: OLD LADY GOES DANCING, FATAL
My tween: Where are you and daddy going?
Me: We're going to a club.
Tween: Book CLub?
Me: Huh? Nooo.
Tween: What kind of club?
Me: Dance Club
Tween: Why? You guys can't dance.
Me: Who says we can't dance? I mean true, daddy's not that great . . . but I make up for it. *snort*
Tween: No, I mean you guys are old, you shouldn't be dancing . . . in a dance club.
Me: Why not?
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