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
– 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?!