The Obligatory Parent Night out
It takes months of arranging, rearranging but finally you are both going out at the same time.
One of the kids is always likely to come down with something which leaves you riding out the day on the seat of your pants before you send the inevitable text of.... we're not going to make it.
You both giddily get ready whilst putting the kids to bed trying not to let on how excited you are and how much your gagging for a drink.
Both realising none of your "going out" clothes haven't seen the light of day in months and ultimately don't fit.
Babysitters briefed with instructions longer than War and Peace it's time.
You have both left the building!!
The sense of impending freedom overwhelms you.
Then after a few drinks (you can spot the parents as they are ones downing the drinks worrying about getting the text to come home) you begin to realise after months with Mr Tumble for company you've forgotten how to socialise somewhere that isn't soft play.
You feel awkward as a new parent who hasn't really been out and you don’t have much to say that doesn't involve kids. (TIP find other parents they will understand you, social anxiety and you will relate. I spent over an hour swapping birth stories with two other mums last time I went out!)
As much as you want to go back to your pre-parent self, there is something in you that has changed and it's a lifelong change. After a while you begin to accept this as part of "you" but in those first nights out it is a bit weird.
Then there is the fact you've been up since 5am so come 22.30 your thinking a kebab and taxi home is in order.
You both end up back home and in bed snoring by midnight not having the inevitable post night out sex as....
SEX MEANS BABIES and you are just too tired anyway!
Vicki Cockerill is a NICU/ CHD Mum of two boys, a freelance blogger and social media adviser, Co-Founder of #knackeredandNorwich social club and maternal mental health advocate.