It's Friday morning. I haven't showered. I'm wearing yoga pants and a hoodie and shuffling the girls to school and walking the dog. I haven't had coffee. As we cross the street a car window rolls down and a kid in the backseat acknowledges one of mine. The mom shouts over her shoulder.
The Mom: Hey! Vanessa! Do you have any plans tonight?
Me: Uh. (Thinking) Uh. Well...
The Mom: I'm going to the races and I wanted to see what you were doing.
Me: Oh! Wow. Well, Erik's going to The Fillmore to see The New Mastersounds so I have the kids. I was hoping to go into the city for an in-store at Amoeba.
The Mom: So you're busy.
Me: Yeah. But thanks for thinking of me. Let me know next time. I'd love to go out.
The Mom: I didn't want you to come with, I wanted you to babysit. (Laughter)
The Mom: Don't worry about it.
Seriously, during this whole exchange not once did I get the impression that I wasn't being invited to go out for adult fun. So it felt like a double-wammy once we all got on the same page. Now a few weeks ago, my daughter did attend a sleep over Birthday party at The Mom's house with six other girls. Do I owe her now? I think she thinks I owe her.
The Wizards of Waverly Place is another show on Disney, slightly more palatable than Hannah Montana. One of the few episodes I've seen numerous times involves the older brother thinking he's going on a date when actually he's charged with babysitting. Comedy ensues.
(We did go to the in-store and had a fun filled evening in the Haight. We secured street parking, had pizza at Escape From New York, ice cream from Ben & Jerry's and we petted many a dog. Good times. My kids are still not as keen on live music as I'd like. *sigh*)