Get Your Heels On!
Last night my husband and I went out! We actually went out together on a grown up night out! It was perfect. We had great company, great food and great fun. It wasn’t easy getting to this point though!
This may not seem like a big deal to some but I could probably count on one hand the number of times that we have been out together as a couple over the past few years! It is probably my fault as I have never wanted to leave the boys with anyone other than my mum. The thought of it literally filled me with terror and on the rare occasion that I have entrusted them with someone else I have felt anxious from the second that I left them. Given that my mum lives over an hours drive away it has just been easier to put our social lives on hold.
But that all changed last night! The daughter of some friends has suddenly become old enough to babysit. She has three younger brothers so I knew that if anyone could handle my bunch it would be her!
I quickly realised though that going out for a few hours in the evening took pretty much a whole day of preparation! Not only did I have to get myself ready, I had to get my house ready too! Well I couldn’t have her going home telling her mum how messy my house was now could I!?!? So not only was I leaving my boys for the evening I was also neglecting them by cleaning all day – mummy guilt overload!!!
With the cleaning mostly done I could focus on myself………..
- Legs shaved – check!
- Toe nails painted – check!
- Eye brows plucked – chec…………….sh*t where are my tweezers! Why can’t I just put those things back in the same place every time?!
- Make up done – semi check! Mascara, and bronzer great but where the hell are my lipsticks and eye shadows! Oh well, I guess I will just have to go au naturel. As long as I have my touché éclat we are ok!
- Outfit that I have been planning in my head all day – total utter disaster!
Half an hour before we were due to leave I went to put on the little black dress that you can’t go wrong with only to find that the little black shoes had now become ‘little black shoe’. The missing one was long lost and no amount of emptying of wardrobes and abandoned cupboards was going to find it. I had no other shoes that looked good with it so had to totally rethink my look! The following twenty minutes consisted of…………….
- Trying on the only three tops that I had that mildly resembled something suitable for a night out rather than a trip to the park only to find that my boobs spilled very unflatteringly over the sides – not a good look trust me!
- The pair of tight blue trousers that had been gathering dust in my wardrobe since 2003 now had a three inch gap over my tummy where they once fastened up neatly with a little clip! What was I thinking attempting to get those on after having four kids?!
- Having a last minute desperate attempt to wear a dress which once showed a nice bit of leg now showed a nice bit of varicose vein which decided to take up permanent residence after baby number four!
- Settling on a trustworthy little jersey dress – a bit more sensible than I had hoped for but pretty good at disguising my wobbly bits!
- Scragging my hair back in a side pony tail after wrecking my earlier styling efforts by dragging various tops and dresses over my head!
- Squeezing my feet into six inch heels that I had worn once for an hour and then resorted to bare feet! Surely I could manage them in a restaurant where I got to sit down most of the night. If nothing else, my feet would look the part!
I took the obligatory selfie to stick on Facebook to say ‘Woohoo, everyone look at me, I do actually have a social life after all!’ that us mums just have to put on when a rare night out occurs.
Then I bounced down the stairs on my bottom to greet the babysitter (well I didn’t want to spoil my night out with a broken ankle before I had even left the house now did I!) and we were off!
I kissed and hugged each of my boys telling them that I loved them expecting them to give me puppy dog eyes begging me not to go. Instead all I got was a ‘bye mum’ and a ‘don’t kiss me’ (eight year olds are far too cool to be kissed in front of the eighteen year old babysitter apparently!) Even my two year old didn’t seem phased by the fact his mum was leaving him at home. I didn’t know whether to high five my husband for the easy escape or feel a little wounded by their lack of emotion!
I surprised myself with how quickly I relaxed though and had a fab night, only texting the babysitter once to see how everyone was.
It would seem that my lovely babysitter achieved what I have been trying to achieve for eight years! All four boys were, by all accounts, little angels! They brushed their teeth, got themselves into bed and calmly went to sleep with……..wait for it……………NO fighting, no arguments and no drama! Of course, the extra pocket money that my husband offered them not to blow our chances of rebooking the babysitter probably went a long way to helping with their good behaviour!
All that was left to do then was……………..
- Scoop my four year old up out of my bed and put him in his own bed.
- Climb in for a cuddle with my six year old who I had woken up when whispering ‘mummy’s back’ a little too loudly into his sleeping face.
- Tuck my eight year old back in where he had flung off his covers.
- Give my two year old his bottle of milk to resettle him after my husband spoke in the whisper that only fellow drunk people perceive as being quiet.
I had a lovely night out but being back with my boys was even lovelier! Now I just had to fling myself very abruptly on to my bed in an attempt to stop the awful snoring that is the sign of a man satisfied by one too many beers and dream about my next night of care free abandonment again!