moms night out

Every once in a while
When mom screams and she shouts
Daddy seems to take notice
And suggests a night out

But for some silly reason
Moms have a hard time
Focusing on ourselves
Feeling like me time is a crime

But eventually decide
To commit to one wild night
Where other mamas, too
Join in on the plight

But before the wet kisses
And dramatic hugs at the door
There are baths to be had
And half a dozen more chores

Mom fixes up dinner real quick
Tidy up the mess, too
Help with homework, does dishes
Clean up the baby's last poo

Reads a story at bedtime
Since the kids make a request
And as she lies there, she thinks
Duck this, I need to get dressed!

She pops up out of their bed
This is mama's big night
To step out of the homestead
Sip on a stiff drink, she just might

She finds a sec to cram in
Time to straighten her hair
And layer bold makeup
The above feeling so rare

The lasses meet up
The moms drink, chat, and eat
Swap stories, mingle, vent
Dance together to new beats

"We will do this more often!"
(The moms shout out lies to themselves)
"It feels ducking stupendous
To be alone, by ourselves!"

But by about 10 o'clock
The yawning gets out of hand
As each mom secretly wishes
For an invisible kickstand

But that's not real, so we leave
Recognizing what’s next
Which is not sleeping in
And it is also not sex…

The effort that's required
After a big night on the town
Is not something mom's up for
"Hey babe, wake up and go down!"