Friday was a momentous day in the Mother Hood – mine and Daddy-O’s first appearance at a party since having Baby T-Bone! I say appearance, we weren’t booked as a comedy double act or anything, it was an appearance in the sense that we didn’t stay that long. Now that’s cleared up, let me tell you a bit about our evening.
The party in question was a surprise do for Daddy-O’s brother, organised by his new girlfriend (who I hadn’t met before). Unfortunately we weren’t able to get there prior to the “Surprise!” moment so had to turn up a little late. The party was in a bar-cum-club – not the sort of venue I have frequented much in recent months. Let’s be honest, not a venue I have frequented much in recent years – post-marriage and pre-baby you were more likely to find me in a nice restaurant, in a cinema, a theatre, or, on the sofa watching tv with a nice glass of wine, but not often in a venue such as this was: a dark cavernous room, the ceiling resplendent with disco lights and glitter ball, a DJ booth in the corner and loud House music vibrating through the floor. It was novel. And imagine my surprise when walking up to the bouncers to enter the venue (an awkward moment for me, though I am some way off being underage I always feel shifty when trying to walk past bouncers, it’s the same with security guards in shops and I’m no tea-leaf) they did not so much as bat an eyelid but bade me a good night! This never used to happen pre-Baby T – I have obviously aged. I joked with Daddy-O that I must look pretty haggard these days – heck, I even used to get ID’d buying wine (for Daddy-O) when I was pregnant, but it seems those days are behind me.
So, we arrive – say hello to Daddy-O’s brother, bid him many happy returns, meet his lovely new girlfriend, decline the green shot with a suspended white liquid inside it (I explained that I was driving, which I thought would be more welcome than saying I had some breastfeeding to do later – both were true anyway), get some drinks more suited to our aged palates and take a moment to survey the scene. The word that best sums it up? Surreal.
Surreal to be out on a Friday night, in a club; surreal to be feeling so old (those who read this post will understand why this is a novel feeling for me); and surreal to realise that it wasn’t just being a mum that made me feel these things – I wouldn’t have fit into this scene for some time before having Baby T-Bone. Some good news though, a new fashion has emerged which I have yet to witness in the cafes and parks of yummy mummy-ville, and it’s totally compatible with my saggy mummy tummy! What is this great new trend? A high-waisted, figure hugging skirt paired with a clingy cropped top, showing off a bit of midriff, and preferably a bit of bra too, so it’s completely perfect for those somewhat larger than average nursing bras you may have in the drawer where you once kept lingerie. Not only this, but my stretchmarks barely extend beyond the top of my belly button,so I am confident that I can pull this off, finally an outfit I can wear with aplomb! I jest of course.
I don’t think it was just me who was finding the experience somewhat surreal though, Daddy-O seemed similarly struck by how our lives had moved on from days past – he struggled to know what to order to drink, opting for a Cuba libre but really wishing he could have had a nice White Burgundy but a) he didn’t think they would have one (he was right about that) and b) he didn’t think he could really drink a glass of wine in a venue such as this (he was wrong about that – he and his mum each enjoyed a glass of Pinot Grigio for the next round, good on them).
Despite feeling a bit like fish out of water we had fun, there was even a magician (think more Dynamo than children’s party) and it was nice to be out as a couple on a Friday night for once. But it was also nice to leave and to realise that we’re happy with where we’re at and the fact that that’s not our world anymore, if it ever was.