OK, you’re a parent now. Remember those days when you used to be out in the pub both Friday and Saturday nights, getting drunk with your mates?!
Yes, so do I. Just. Where we used to down triple house vodkas on special offer, sing loudly to the cheesy club music, and stagger home via the local takeaway for a big kebab and a bag of chips.
Never mind the fact you would never be caught dead near a kebab when sober, they tasted deeelicious when you had a few hundred drinks inside you.
Then waking up the next morning with a mouth that felt like it was filled with the scrapings from the bottom of a bird cage and dying inside.
You know you’re a parent old when:
- If you tried going out on the town two night in a row you’d die horribly and be comatose under a pub table somewhere on the second night.
- If you had the choice between going to a nightclub or sitting at home drinking wine and watching crap Saturday night telly, you’d be reaching for the TV remote quicker than you could say Simon Cowell.
- You much prefer the idea of a Come Dine With Me type night, with friends, good food, music and easy flowing wine to a nightclub. Pick a theme, say Mexican, and have a Mexican night – friends, tortillas, burritos, plentiful tequila and music…
Oh, I still love a night out. These days, though, it’s a case of only one of them, either Friday or Saturday and not both. If I tried staying up until 3am two nights running in a nightclub now, I’d be no use to anybody.
Least of all myself.
How about you?!
the thought of shoe horning my mumsy body into something remotely non mumsy is rather terrifying without the aid of some good hold me in and push me up kinda underwear! :-s
Banging nightclub with 500+ children roaming around the place? No thanks. That part of my life has been fulfilled. But I do still love getting all fancy and sparkly and going out for drinks. While I do love that ‘I think I’m getting tipsy’ feeling I now listen to my body when it says ‘please give me water from now on’.
Chances are, if I’m having a night out then my kids are at the grandparents. Which means a leisurely morning for me the next day. There’s no way I’m wasting that!
Oh dear… I’m 24, pregnant and I guess I must be old before my time… and I love come dine with me!
I love Come Dine With Me too! There’s no shame in it. (Let’s grab our ‘old before we know it’ badges’ and say we don’t care, lol
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So, so true! I would always pick a night in with friends these days….preferably at their house so that I don’t have to clear up the general debris that follows small children! Thanks for linking to the bloghop