Going out pre Zee
Make plans two, sometimes three weeks in advance. On account of everyone being so busy with work and social whirling, nothing can be done spontaneously.
On day of night out, discuss what time to meet, what to wear, what to do with hair.
Finish work, generally not on time, meet in bar/pub/restaurant.
Eat, drink, be merry, get merrier.
Depending on what kind of night it is, sing and/or dance the rest of the night away.
Go home, wake up early with pounding head, only able to open one eye. If it’s Saturday, roll over and go back to sleep until 10.
Wake up at 10, glare at the clock for being awake so early on a Saturday.
Snooze till 11. Get up, make breakfast, go back to bed.
Get up around midday and let the weekend fun commence.
Going out post Zee
Make plans two, sometimes three weeks in advance. On account of everyone else being so busy with work and social whirling, nothing can be done spontaneously.
If night out is in the week, worry for a few days beforehand that something will crop up with H’s work to scupper plans.
Day before/on the day of night out, something crops up with H’s work to scupper plans.
Send apologetic messages to friends and promise to do utmost to be there.
Spend all day from approx 6am being Chief-In-Charge-of-Baby and Chief-Baby-Entertainer.
Around 5pm: make Zee’s dinner, feed Zee. Get everything ready for bath and bed time. Bath Zee. Get Zee dressed for bed. Spend 30 mins getting Zee into bed. Emerge from darkness of calm and tranquil nursery into bright lights of flat and the ensuing havoc Zee has wreaked throughout the day.
Slump into armchair whilst finding out when H will be home. Race around getting ready, glance longingly at bed and imagine a lie-in tomorrow . . . grimace upon realising that ain’t going to happen. Probably not for TWENTY MORE YEARS.
Finally it is time for the big Will It Won’t It Actually Happen:
Success! H walks through the door, we say Hello/Goodbye and I charge off into the night, excited at the fun and games ahead.
Fail . . . a cancelled train, an extended meeting, getting home just that hour too late; slump back into chair all dressed up with nowhere to go. Vow to be more organised next time. Feel like such a let down on account of letting down friends, who do their best to reassure me this isn’t the case. Try not to feel too sad at missing A Great Night Out.
Wander into nursery for reassuring and adoring gaze at Zee and into the kitchen for reassuring and adoring gaze at the London Eye. I may not have been able to wander past it beaming from ear to ear this evening, but there is always next time . . .