By Diane Ako
Occasionally, this housewife still attends professional functions. It might be a club I belong to, a networking mixer, or a freelance job.
Olivia HATES it when I am not around at bedtime. She is closer to me and our routine is for me to tuck her in and sit with her for a while (or maybe I fall asleep.)
I tell her, "Mommy is going to a work function tonight so you and Daddy stay home." She gets upset and does or says something clingy. It's cute, but it doesn't change my plans.
"Take me with you! Can I come?" she begs.
I felt bad because there were two functions in two weeks, which is relatively a lot for our lives now. "How's about this. What if you and I held our own work function?" I suggested. "You and I can go out at night and do our own function!"
"YES!" she replied happily.
"OK, what should we do at our work meeting?" I asked.
"We should count candy and then eat it!" she said.
"Is that what you think I do at my work functions?" I queried.
"I don't know, but that is what we can do at our work function!" she exclaimed. "Then we can vote on the most best ones!"
It's a date. We're coordinating our calendars to slot a candy-vetting process in soon. I may have a hard time topping this type of meeting when I actually have a real job again.