I had a very rare night out with family tonight. One without the tiny human. And it was great!
He was safely running circles around his Granda while I was able to sit down and apply makeup without singing Old McDonalds Farm on a loop.
I was also able, to eat dinner in a restaurant without having to make sure all of the sharp objects were out of the reach of the aforementioned tiny human.
I drank Gin and had adult conversations (albeit they all included some sort of cute story about the tiny human) and I enjoyed it… thoroughly!
I have such a wonderful extended family and we don’t see each other often enough at all, so it’s always a wonderful thing to be able to spend time with them and catch up. My relationships are important to me and I often feel like being a mum, no matter how much I love it and wouldn’t change it, has made me a much more boring person.
Does anybody else feel like that?
Like being a mum is all that you are now?!?!?
In the same breath, as soon as it hit 10pm I was more than ready to go home and be a mum again. I missed my tiny human terribly and despite him barely realising I had left, I was riddled with “mum guilt” for leaving him in the first place!
This my lovelies, is the absolute headache I deal with on a daily basis.
The inner workings of a crazy mums brain, if you will.
I imagine I have a lot more of this to come!