Before my Little O came along, Saturday nights out were the highlight of my week! I loved nothing more than a night out with my friends, shopping for outfits, the getting ready and pampering, the pre drinking and then the actual night out itself. It was always great fun and some of my favourite memories were created on these occasions.
Pre baby, Saturday night out preparations would always begin on the Friday Night. I used to spend ages exfoliating, moisturising my dry bits and trying to apply fake tan as evenly as I could. I would then have to intensive condition my hair overnight and I would spend bloody ages picking out a nail varnish colour so I could give myself a manicure and pedicure. I would then wake up around 9-10am and laze around the house for a bit before having a shower, leisurely getting ready for a shopping trip into Cambridge to pick up last minute outfit accessories, or maybe I would even buy a whole brand new outfit as heaven forbid I wear the same thing out twice! I would then come home and start the getting ready process which included spending about an hour applying makeup, two hours styling my hair, a million outfit changes, re doing my makeup as it didn't match my latest outfit change and about 500,000 group whatsapp messages checking what the other girls were wearing, skirt or jeans? heels or flats? hair up or hair down?...these are super important and mandatory facts you need to know when preparing for a big event. When we were finally all ready we would all agree on a rendezvous point (usually my house as my bedroom was in the loft, it meant my parents could hear less of what was going on and we had more privacy), everyone would turn up with various forms of alcohol, usually whatever was cheapest or on offer in Spar, Frosty Jacks Cider, 20/20 and Blue WKDs were amongst our favs! We would bung on our fav soundtrack "Pure Garage" and get off our tits before stumbling down two flights of stairs, straight passed my parents giving them our best we are sober goodbye chats and into a taxi headed to town! Once in town we would head straight to the bar and know everyone there, we would order in our rounds and spend the night dancing in 5 inch heels and laughing until 2am kick out time and then head to the kebab shop before somehow ending up home where I would sleep off our hangover only rising around 2pm the next day because my mum was calling up the stairs that my roast dinner was ready!
My Saturday night post baby preparations last week were a bit different. They did start on the Friday night about 10.30pm when I decided it would be a good idea to fake tan, I couldn't find any exfoliator which didn't surprise me as I haven't used the stuff in over two years, and I definitely didn't have any moisturiser for my dry bits either so I slapped it on and hoped for the best. Saturday morning I was woken at 5.30am by the toddler and managed to squeeze in a quick shower to try and wash off the orange looking tan and try and undo the damage done to my knees, elbows and armpits before heading out for a day of looking round B&Q and Homebase. When we got home I made dinner for the husband and toddler who all of a sudden decided he wasn't very well (why do they always do that on the nights you are going out?), put a load of washing on so that it was ready to be hung out Sunday morning, baby wiped down the kitchen sides and had then about 20 minutes to get ready. I spent a few minutes looking for some getting ready music on Spotify but gave up when I hadn't heard any of the TOP 20 songs, how out of touch am I? In the remaining 17 minutes I managed to shower, shave the bits of my legs I couldn't get away with being hairy, pick a dress out of my wardobe that was about 5 years old, get my makeup on and attempt a hair style. There was no pre drinking and on the way out my friend dropped off some Calpol for the toddler who was still poorly and moaning for mummy as I couldn't find my stash. Once we got to the bar I had two glasses of Prosecco and was drunk! I then went on to have a few more glasses and a couple of cocktails and found myself a bit shit faced. A trip to the toilet found me dancing with a pair of plastic legs and somehow managing to knock a painting off the wall, all before 9.30pm, old me would still be pre drinking at that time. An hour later at 10.30pm I was absolutely knackered and dreaming of my bed. I had a taxi booked for 11.30pm so was desperately trying to make it through another hour of dancing, my two inch mum heels were hurting my feet so they had come off and I was bare footed. I lasted another 40 minutes before leaving for the kebab shop, buying a large portion of cheesy chips and going home. When I got home I dumped the uneaten chips in the kitchen and got into bed, within an hour I was up and chundering, swearing to myself that I would never drink again. Sunday morning I was woken at 6am by the sleep theif. In a hungover state I then had to deal with the toddler and make everyone else breakfast, lunch and dinner.
In the space of a few years my Saturday nights have massively changed but do you know what? I couldn't be happier than I am now, to me, my perfect Saturday nights now are sitting in my PJs with my little man and big man and watching TV and eating crap! I am glad my nights out are few and far between, I couldn't handle that every week anymore. As much as I love a night off, I love my family more.
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