There is an expression; in vino veritas. In wine truth.
Last night I discovered that there’s a whole lot of veritas in champagne and rum too.
Miss Rose and I had our first sleepover at a friend’s house. Miss Rose handled the change in routine far better than expected, settling in the travel cot at the end of Imelda’s Mum’s bed pretty quickly, then snoring beautifully. I was genuinely impressed as I was worried she would be far more unsettled by the change.
Imelda’s Dad was left in charge of three sleeping children as I was removed from the building to enjoy a night out. I actually did enjoy it once I’d accepted the fact I wasn’t wearing my pyjamas and listening intently for any noises from Miss Rose. A big change for me!
We had dinner, then cocktails, then meandered our way home to watch films (this was when I was allowed to put my pyjamas on! Yay!)
However… Whilst I am a regular drinker, enjoying a glass of wine a few evenings a week, I have apparently lost the awareness of limitations I had when I was a more avid night out goer. Being mum has left me with the ability to overdo it in style without even realising until it’s too late.
The truth I poured into my glass is that perhaps I am handling my marital breakdown worse than I realised, that I am impressively insecure, and that I like falling asleep randomly on rugby players. Though I already knew that last one. Poor Imelda’s Dad only learned it in the early hours of this morning however.
I am also reliably informed that when Miss Rose woke up I hid in the bathroom crying because I couldn’t be a mother right now… Fortunately for all concerned Imelda’s Mum handles her drink far better than Rose’s mum and is always able to be a mother.
Several sick bowls and some resonating snores later I returned to the state of motherhood. Miss Rose and I watched CBeebies, whilst I drank coffee and pretended I wasn’t dying inside, and life returned to normal with Miss Rose in blessed, beautiful ignorance of the utter ass her mother made out of herself.
I hope so have another sleepover one day. It’s good for Miss Rose to experience a change in environment, and it’s good for me to get out of the house after dark. I am hoping, however, that next time I will have a little more self control. I do think I needed to let a few of the crazies out though, and I was lucky enough to be with people I love and trust when I did it. And grateful that Miss Rose has other people who love her and can care for her when I’m in no fit state to.
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