Just a quick post I thought of writing an hour or so ago, as I was in the shower actually! I’m going out out tonight! We are seeing boyband Five at a local club, or should that be manband Three these days?? I’m not going to lie, the little 90s girl in me is totally fangirling. I hope I keep my shit together when they come on stage.
Going out out as a thirty something parent is way different than it was as a twenty something singleton, as any parent will know.
For a start, when I was younger, going out about 10pm was the norm. By 10pm these days I want to be in bed. The club Five are performing in doesn’t open until 11pm. I know, 11pm. That is way past my bedtime. And as if that isn’t bad enough, the manband isn’t performing until about 1.30am!!! How am I going to survive until 1.30am? Maybe I should go to bed now for a bit and set my alarm for 12:30am, then jump in a taxi to the club. That won’t happen but I know what will. I will have a few wines to keep me going.
Whenever Molly is having a play date we always have words beforehand. I say she has to be a good girl. Molly says to me “I play nice mama. No fighting, no pushing, no biting. I share my toys…” She knows the rules; not sure why she never sticks to them though.
Anyway, much like I have words with Molly before a play date, I feel like I have to have words with myself before going out. It goes something like… “Right Sam, best behaviour tonight. You’re an adult. You’re a responsible parent. I expect you to act like both. No drinking too much, no doing shots, no fighting, no pushing, no being sick in public, and most importantly, do not buy a kebab on the way home. You do not like them …” If I follow my rules I should be ready to parent in the morning when Molly comes back from her aunties house.
I don’t get out much these days so I may have a slight tendency to let my hair down a little too much when I do go out. Please tell me I’m not the only one?
I will go out with the best of intentions. I am a grown up so I am sure I will be on my best behaviour. But… I’m Going Out Out! Please me, don’t make me parent with a wine head!
What do you do if you go out? Do you tend to have a wine or two too many, or do you act like the responsible adult you are?