‘What sort of beer do you want?’ asked my mate as I stood tipsily beside him at the bar of a local pub.
‘The biggest one I can get,’ I said emphatically with what I’m sure was a very stupid grin on my face.
There I was, drunk, in the middle of the day having the TIME. OF. MY. LIFE.
Three or four hours earlier, it’s hard to be precise because of, you know, the whole drunk thing, Dave peeled me off our girls and pushed me out the door with strict instructions to have a good time and to not rush home. I laughed as I reminded him who he was talking to and said I’d be home in a couple of hours tops.
I was heading out for a well overdue lunch with three of my closest friends. I should have felt excited, but as I rushed out the door with furrowed brows, all I could think about was the girls and all the things I should be doing.
Moments later, I was snapped out of my funk when my friend swung into the curb at high speed in front of me. As I hopped into her car, I was greeted with a massive smile, top 40 music blaring, and cool, crisp air conditioning that caressed my skin.
I could feel my tension swiftly being replaced with butterflies – millions of excited butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
As we neared the restaurant to meet our other friends, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I felt like I was hiding a huge secret.
‘I’m a mummy and have left the kids and hubby at home so I can have an indulgent boozy lunch!’ I felt like shouting from the rooftops.
If you haven’t already guessed, I don’t get out often.
As a busy mum of two young kids, I rarely socialise without them in tow.
I used to be quite the social butterfly back in the day, but since the kids came on the scene my social life has become depressing to say the least. I have virtually slipped off the social radar.
While other women I know socialise without their kids, I rarely do. I don’t know why. I am tired, I guess. After a long day, the only thing I want to do is curl up on the couch with Dave.
Earlier this year though, a friend of mine brought to my attention my lack of social interaction. It’s something that I haven’t stopped thinking about since and something that I have wanted to change.
This doesn’t mean I’m going to go out and drink two bottles of wine, a stein of beer, and pass out on the couch by 7pm every weekend, but it does mean I’m not going to let myself forget again how important it is, how therapeutic it is, how fun, and insanely good it is to spend time with my other loved ones – my friends. (This goes for Dave too of course, who got up to his own antics the weekend before. Hopefully sometime soon we’ll go out together!)
How often do you get out without the kids?