We're excited to bring you a new post from mother and actress Tori Spelling! Every other week, we bring you the best parenting and lifestyle advice from ediTORIal by Tori Spelling, Tori's daily blog about everything from food and fashion to parenting and relationships. This week, Tori shares the hilarious tale of her child-free night on the town.
Hello, my name is Tori, and I'm a Kid-a-holic. It's true. I have real issues leaving my kids. Because of my issues, Dean and I rarely go to parties, dinners, a date, or anything adult-driven. Seems that if there's not a kid's menu, I'm not interested.
But, it didn't start out that way. Before we had kids, we lit up the town. Social card filled nightly. I swore up and down that kids wouldn't change us. That we would be awesome parents but still take time for ourselves to have adult fun time. And then came Liam. And, then Stella. Hattie and then Finn. We haven't been out without our kids past 7 p.m. in probably two years! No joke.
So, when my good friend Jess's wedding invite arrived in the mail, I started to sweat. I love Jess, but not only was it an adults-only wedding, but (gulp) it was also out of town. The wedding was just in Santa Barbara, which is an hour from us, but how would this affect the kids, aka me! I immediately started looking into multiple rooms at the hotel. In my head I quickly got a game plan in place . . . a sitter could hang with the kids in the hotel room while we attended the wedding, right? It could work! That's when Dean took my hands, wiped my sweat-speckled brow, and suggested we have a much-needed adult-only night away. What?? No chicken fingers? No SpongeBob? No "Wipe me I poo'd"? Hmmm . . . That sounded terrifying!! The quiet alone would probably send me off the deep end.
Four constant offspring voices is like white noise to me. It's my comfy zone. But, after two years of back-to-back pregnancies and four beautiful but loud babes later, my husband and I probably could use a night to ourselves. I agreed, and we booked one room with a king-size bed. We would celebrate my friend and have a romantic night all in one. The day of the wedding, I nervously packed my weekender bag. It seemed empty void of pacifiers, Blankees, sippy cups, and diaper cream. So I distracted myself by planning a night of sheer vintage glamour. I picked an exceptional ensemble and packed it all up. Then I kissed all four kids and kissed all four kids and kissed all four kids. Liam, now the man of the house for "one night only," nervously laughed and finally said, "OK Mommmm," so I stopped the oversharing of affection and blew them a final kiss before leaving. I knew they'd be well taken care of but still had to throw in, "Call me if anything, I mean anything, at all goes wrong. I can be back in less than an hour!!!!" I clasped my hand over my mouth to hinder any further irrational babble. Even I realized I sounded desperate.