Friday, 15 May 2015

Breaking news: mum of four seen out in daylight. No kids in sight.

When we realised we'd be having four kids, I was highly doubtful that we'd ever get a babysitter brave enough to let us go out before the kids were all in bed. But despite that, months ago I purchased tickets for Mr Laney and I to see a matinee performance of Les Miserables, thinking that we'd save up for a brave and enthusiastic babysitter in the meantime.
In the end, my mum and a friend of ours looked after the kids together, so we could get out the door at midday. This was a huge treat for both of us - to be freed from the shackles of the dinner/bath/bedtime madness, just for one night! Not only this, but the hours leading up to it belonged to us. As you can imagine, I was beyond excited in the weeks leading up to this.
On the day, I buzzed around the house getting things ready for the kids and tried to doll myself up a bit for the occasion. I love to wear make-up, but there's not a lot of call for it when you stay in most nights in your pjs with a glass of red. So I used the opportunity to get a bit dramatic with the eye-shadow. Afterwards, I went downstairs for appraisal from the big kids, who did a double-take when they saw me. I'm not joking, this is what came out of each of their mouths consecutively:
Mr B:     'You look like a zombie'

Miss P:   'You look like Frozen'

I stopped in my tracks, wondering if I should rush to a mirror and start over.

As I panicked slightly about overdoing it in the green eye-shadow department, Miss P came over and started feeling my face and eyelashes in wonder. Then I thought, hey, Elsa and Anna might have been freakishly big-eyed, but they scrubbed up ok.

I wasn't sure what to do about the zombie comment, so I filed it away under 'Boys Don't Know Anything About Make-up' and just got on with it.

As an aside, you should know that I've been slightly obsessed with Les Mis since high school days. I sing this stuff at karaoke. I don't even have to be drunk (but spectators should be). So picture me very excited at this point. See, like this:

After I made Mr Laney take that photo, I hurried us inside to down a champagne before the show started.Then I tried to go to the toilet at the same time as 200 other women, so I decided to hang on for the interval instead, which arrived over two hours later. Wow....that was tough. Let's just say that my pelvic floor was pushed to its maximum limits.
So, how good was the show? OMG. Put simply, it was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. The songs have been in my head all week, but it's different to just having a tune from the radio stuck in there. I've got all the emotional and angry duets, the accents, everything going on in there. It's actually a bit intrusive.

But I loved it so much I want to see it again.

It's gone straight into the top 5 Best Things Ever. Which goes like this:

1. Birth 1
2. Birth 2
3. Births 3 & 4
4. Les Mis
5. Wedding (love you hubby x)

Anyway, after the show, we went out for drinks and dinner, and though I tried to party hard, after two drinks and a full stomach, I was home and ready for bed by 8.30pm.

The moral of the story is, having kids doesn't have to rule out those dates that start before bedtime. It was brilliant being out and about with the rest of the world and not yawning for my bed.

And see Les Mis. Do it. If you need someone to go with - let me know.

Is it a huge drama for you to get out with your partner for a date? Do you secretly prefer staying in with a glass of red? Been to the theatre lately?

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