Saturday Night Dinner

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There is one sure-fire way to tell mothers from non mothers (one that doesn’t involve checking their stomachs for stretch marks, I mean.)

Walk into a restaurant, alone, on a Saturday evening. Go to the hostess stand and ask for a table. When prompted for the number in your party, simply respond, one.

Watch for the hostesses reaction. You will know in an instant if she is or is not a mother herself.

The non-mother will look at you with pity in her eyes. She will wonder if you’ve recently split with your husband or have been fired from a job. Did your mother die? Your best friend get diagnosed with cancer? What has a grown woman done to be eating alone on a Saturday night? Poor, poor you.

She will make small talk as she escorts you to a discreet location in the back, by the restrooms. She’ll ask the waitress to be extra nice to you. You deserve it, after all. You’re dining all alone on a Saturday night.

But, if the hostess is herself a mother, your request will be met with pure envy. A meal with no children’s menus, no bickering and no meltdowns over the wrong mac and cheese. A meal of peace and quiet  and good food and a drink. Alone. A meal with someone else doing the cooking and serving and cleaning. It’s almost too good to be true.

Is it your birthday? Your anniversary? Did you just get a new job? Sign a book deal? Cure cancer? What has a grown woman done to be eating alone on a Saturday night? She’ll ask the waitress to be extra nice to you. You must deserve it, after all.

You’re dining all alone on a Saturday night.

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  1. 4

    Kat says

    So true, we fellow mothers can sense each other. We’re slightly envious when we see a mom escaping…..I mean getting out on her own but we’re also the first to applaud

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    Ellie says

    So true. My husband travels a lot and I used to need a break so I would hire a babysitter and go out to dinner myself. I would sit at the bar, grab a drink, read my book or start up a conversation with the bartender or the person next to me, also dining alone. At first, it felt weird to be alone and yes, people did look at me in a funny way. I feel like they looked at my finger first and thought, “oh, it’s okay…she’s married”, but if I hadn’t had a ring, they would feel pity that I was alone. It was so nice to be out, get dressed up, have a good meal that I didn’t have to cook or clean, and enjoy my night out, husband or not.

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    Misfit Mommy @ The Island of Misfit Moms says

    I swear, you just described my FANTASY! It used to involve Benecio delToro and a trapeze, but now, dinner alone sounds HEAVENLY!

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    Alison says

    I can’t even remember Saturday nights alone, never mind dining out alone. Still, a great thing to work towards to. I hope you had your Saturday night out alone!

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