When I was in high school, I did my fair share of partying. It just wasn’t the weekend unless there was a house party and I had a mickey of tequila.
Come university, the amount of partying decreased significantly. I was just too busy with sports, work, volunteering or *gasp* my studies. I still had the occasional night of over indulgence but I think I got most of it out of my system when I was under age. What fun is it if you are legal? 🙂
Gradually, I became quite the home body. It was much easier and more enjoyable to stay on the couch, order takeout and rent a movie than deal with the hassle of going out.
Once L came along, the going out just stopped (with the exception of special occasions). Even at my sister-in-law’s wedding (where I was the maid of honour), I stayed sober and was home by 10:00. Nights out just became way more effort than they were worth. Regardless of how late I would be out the night before or how many drinks I would have, I was still required to get up at 7:00 to be a parent. As most caregivers know, watching children can’t be done half-assed. There is entertaining to be done, meals to be prepared and fed and stinky bums to be cleaned and changed (just try changing a poopy diaper while crazy hung over with your gag reflex at its peak).
Since E has arrived and we are now 7.5 months in, I crave a night out. My outings don’t need to be elaborate. I just need a break sometimes and the opportunity to be a separate entity outside of my family unit. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence in the realm of moms of more than one. I believe the official name is ‘second-time-mom-itis’.
This past weekend, I had a family wedding which allowed me to escape go out for the night. I used the girls’ entire nap time to primp. I did my hair, took more than the usual 3 minutes to do my makeup, wore a sparkly necklace and put on a dress that I’ve only worn twice even though it has been sitting in my closet for the past 3 years.
Despite being there sans hubby (he was working) and leaving before 10:00 to get home and relieve the sitter (i.e., nana), I had a fantastic time.
Here is a picture of me and my sister-in-law enjoying ourselves:
Any other moms out there experiencing this phenomenon?