Saturday, 11 May 2013
Saturday Night In...... Again
It's Saturday night and I'm sat on the sofa, drinking a cup of tea and watching Britain's Got Talent. I'm already in my pyjamas.
Only a few years ago, I can remember sitting in a bar with a friend trying to work out the last time we'd spent an evening at home. We ended up counting back almost six months - and even then it had been a week night that we hadn't gone out. Seriously. Six months of going out EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. Even thinking about it now makes me feel kackered. The thing that makes me laugh is that even though I'd been drinking on a school night, I would be on the 5.25am train into work the next morning without fail - and more often than not I would call in to the gym for a workout on my way to the office too.
Oh how things change.
These days I'm usually tucked up in bed by 10pm. If Himself is out / working then it's even earlier. My girls are insomniacs and between them have me up anything between two and ten times a night so I have to grab a few hours kip whenever I can. Broken sleep is rubbish, but its a bit easier to get through the next day with six hours of broken sleep under my belt rather than four. After a sleep deprived week, my idea of heaven at the weekend is sitting down watching a mind numbing reality TV show, eating nutella out of the jar with a spoon and pinning on Pinterest.
But then every now and again I find myself daydreaming about having an evening off of Mama Duties and heading out into town with my non-Mama friends. (They have to be the non-Mama ones, otherwise we still spend the night talking about kids). Can you imagine? Spending four or five hours in the company of grown ups, listening to live music, wearing a cocktail dress, sipping a few dark & stormies. With no little people giving you agro at bedtime or shouting at you to take them to the toilet the moment you sit down with a cuppa. Siiiiiggghhhhhh.
Do you still hanker after a night on the tiles, or are you happy to be a homebody?
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