Why is the idea of going out always more fun than actually going? I will make plans for weeks to go out with friends and have a good time. I will spend all my ideal time afterwards talking about how I can't wait to go out. Shop and spend countless money on a new outfit, search Pinterest for the new hip hairstyles, do my nails, shave, and get my eyebrows waxed and all.
Then the day draws near. It's like the week of and I'm already making up excuses for why I must flake, "Camden will miss me", "I just had a babysitter a week ago, this is neglect", "I told myself I would sleep in that day", or "the dog died yesterday so I'm too depressed to party" (I don't have a dog). It's rediculous. Like pure insanity. Because I deserve a night out here and there. I deserve a good time with my friends that I hardly ever get the chance to see.
But on the actual day of the event, I'M UBER EXCITED TO PARTY! I'm telling everyone how I've waited weeks for this. I put the new outfit on the chair in my room (which breaks my rule about being the person that piles clothes on the chair in her room). My hair is done and it's an hour leading up to me walking out the house.....
Then the inevitable happens. The person I'm going with sends me a text. I look down at the phone and I don't answer. Every excuse I thought of earlier in the week makes no sense now. I'm panicking. Do I answer and say "I'm a huge flake stop inviting me out" or do I ignore them all together.
Really? Who am I kidding. I knew I wasn't going out. I knew that I should have said no the second the conversation went to "hey we should....". Because I never want to. I'm the girl who likes the idea of going out more than actually going. Planning and getting excited to go is the rush. Having something to look forward to all month long. I'm a single mother I need that hope and the idea of a fun night out. But I'm not going anywhere. (And to be honest I think my friends have caught on to me anyhow).
So I look down at the text asking me what time am I leaving out, and respond back "couldn't get a sitter, sorry"