A Night To Remember
Molly’s blogger Desperate Dad enjoyed a very rare treat recently. Read on to find out more…
We marked a momentous occasion in our household the other day.
Not a milestone birthday or special anniversary.
No extended family gathering, wedding or christening – something even more spectacular happened.
Mummy and daddy had separate nights out.
The planets aligned for an unheard of spectacle and glad rags were donned as we hit the town.
Not since the heady days of the mid 2000s has such an unusual occurrence occurred.
BB (Before Boys) we’d often hit the town of a Friday night straight after work, taking in a few pubs and rolling in leisurely sometime later that night.
It was a fairly carefree existence, still young enough to have few real responsibilities, yet old enough to appreciate the fact.
Now it’s a very different story as life is ruled by PE bags, swimming lessons and birthday parties.
So this separate adventuring is not something we’re familiar with these days.
If downtime’s on the cards, the boys are usually jettisoned at the relevant grandparents’ before we head off together giddily – pie-eyed on the impending freedom about to be bestowed on us for the evening.
So a weekend the unorthodox madness was a refreshing change and a hark back to wilder, more relaxed days of yore.
Friday’s frolics turned quickly into Saturday’s usual shenanigans however, as we were up early for football and swimming sessions as per.
No hangover required.
A shift from carefree, irresponsible adult back into all-seeing, plate spinning grown up I accomplished with ease, transforming like a Jekyll and Hyde style hybrid parenting machine.
When you have young kids, much of your time is not your own and the time you do have is often spent wondering if you’ve made the right decision – second guessing every second guess you make.
The job description of a parent is thanklessly never ending, yet suspiciously withheld whenever you apply for the role.
All you can do is hope your application shows enough promise to get you short-listed at least, but from the interview on it’s solely down to you.
This particular highly qualified, unskilled Desperate Dad often gets things disastrously wrong, but his heart’s firmly in the right place.
And he’d swap his Friday frolics for his Dynamic Duo’s Saturday shenanigans any night of the week.
Barry Wood is an ex journalist now working for the NHS in Lincolnshire. A father of two boys and husband to one Portuguese wife, he blogs regularly as Desperate Dad. Read more adventures: www.barrylwood.wordpress.com
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