When the unicorn of a night out without T presents itself, I grab it by the horn and go for a ride.
Going into parenthood 6 years ago, I knew weekend night outs by myself would be rare.
When we do go out, it’s usually with friends; company that we enjoy.
Parenting a child with FASD/ADHD is exhausting – physically, mentally and emotionally – and I’m a proponent of self care and alone time.
A few weeks ago, a grade school friend visited from the UK and our friends got together for dinner.
We enjoyed yummy sushi and it was wonderful having adult conversation and not having to look to my side to see what T was up to.
Afterwards, we stopped by a bakery in our old neighbourhood to browse the decadent treats.
As thanks for giving me a few hours to myself, I got the hubby his favourite strawberry slush bubble tea as takeout.
I parted way with my friends at 9:30. As I drove home, I blasted Kylie’s “On A Night Like This,” which still sounds like pop heaven 22 years later, and amused myself with the thought of how much life has changed with T.
In our 20s, the hubby and I would just be getting ready to go out at 9:30 for a night of dancing and drinking with friends.
Now, 9:30 is past my bedtime and when I start turning into a pumpkin.
A fun night on the weekend now is about time spent with the hubby and T, or eating with friends, or sitting around a campfire in summertime.
Life is centered around T now. For better and for worse, I feel thankful for this.
I made it home just in time to help tuck T into bed. It was a good reminder that absence, even for a few hours, does make the heart grow fonder.
“On a night like this,
I wanna stay forever.”– Kylie Minogue