Girls Night Out

I don’t get out much. As you can imagine, I was excited at about going out with my sisters to the Michael Bublè Concert in Brisbane.  Hoorah!   Husband came home from work and bathed the kids as I dressed. Yes, I dressed up! {YAY!)

Can you see me? I’m in my bedroom, wearing a pretty dress and putting on a final coat of mascara.

“KELLY! WIPES! WIPES!” Three words I didn’t want to hear as I slipped on my favourite shoes underneath my long frock.

“KELLY! I NEED HELP!”  My husband was calling.

“Bye Huney-Love. Thanks so much for looking after the kids tonight. I love you! Bye Babe.”

I did. Then I didn’t.

I walked into the toilet to rescue help my husband to find that my son, so proud he had taken himself to the toilet, had managed to get poo EVERYWHERE. Don’t ask me how. Now, when I say EVERYWHERE, I mean EVERYWHERE. There was poo on the walls, poo on the floor, poo smeared all over the toilet seat and all over my son. I just need to say the word “poo” one more time: poo. There.

“KELLY!!! HELP!!!”

“GET THE WIPES!”

“GET THE WIPES!”

After going through an entire a packet of baby wipes (almost) my son was clean enough…to have a bath.

To cut a short story, shorter: I was late. But I did get there in the end. I met my sisters at a restaurant before the concert and proceeded to tell them about why I was late over dinner. I never thought it would happen to me but it’s true: I can eat dinner quite happily while talking about poo. Isn’t that amazing?

We arrived at the concert venue and I tried to put on my I-know-what-I’m-doing face but I’m sure I still had the I’m-a-mum-and-I-don’t-get-out-much sign on my forehead. Ah, but what a fun night. My sisters made me laugh. Like really laugh. We sang and swayed. We swayed our hands from side to side. We linked arms and swayed in time to the music. Did I just use the word “swayed” three times? {This is Michael Bublè we’re talking about}.

Yes, it was hard to get out of the house and I still had toys in my handbag.  I can never escape without something that screams “Mum” on me…But you know what? That’s okay with me. I was kinda glad to see the Toy Story Woody figurine sitting in the bottom of my bag. The fact is I’m Mum, wherever I go…even if the children aren’t with me. They are always in my heart and that is something to treasure. Motherhood is a job that never ends and it’s hard sometimes — true — but that is one of the reasons why being a mother is so special, because you ARE “Mum”. Not “a Mum” but “Mum”.  While it was brilliant to get out with my sisters (like really, really brilliant), I always want to be the Mum with toys still in her handbag.

When was the last time you went out?

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