Last Saturday, my husband and I had our first child free night in over 13 months. We had been out for a couple of meals, but always put the boy to bed first and went back after an hour or two and got up with him throughout the night. This time he was 10 miles away with his grandparents for the entire evening, and I was feeling anxious about it.
We dropped him off and came home via the pub to drown my sorrows. After a couple of drinks, we decided to just go home to change and go out, rather than do the household chores and holiday packing we had planned to do.
A quick change later, and we were wandering down into the town hand-in-hand. I couldn’t remember the last time I had walked anywhere without a pushchair, let alone holding hands with my husband.
Two pubs, a nice meal and a few drinks later, we had a lovely evening. We had been updated that the boy had settled fine, which out my mind at ease, so we could relax and enjoy our evening together.
It was nice to have adult company and no responsibilities for one evening. I had forgotten what it was like to just talk and laugh and enjoy spending time together.
The thing I was most looking forward to was a full night’s sleep, but of course my brain had other ideas. I woke up at 3:08am and barely dozed for the rest of the night. At least I didn’t have to get up for night feeds though, so I at least felt more relaxed.
At lunchtime on Sunday, the boy arrived back home. He gave both of us a big cuddle, then went about his daily business as if nothing unusual had happened. I’m so glad he had a nice time and wasn’t upset without us, and I’m looking forward to our next date night.