Girls night, it used to be something that happened religiously once a month. My best friend Kat and I would get dressed up to the nines and go and dance the night away, how it has changed since being a mom. Its something planned weeks in advanced and happens maybe once a month switching between dancing or appies (which is usually done by 9pm.)
Getting ready for girls night used to be a process of showering, shaving, plucking, and applying. It was a perfected art form which started over an hour before I got out the door. The ritual itself of getting ready was calm, peaceful and relaxing. Now its done between bathing, getting a child ready for bed, reading a story, saying goodnight, waiting 10 minutes and then going back upstairs for a “top up.” Something that used to take an hour now takes a lot longer, in fact the shaving and plucking are done the day before because especially now I don’t want any man close enough to me on the dance floor to feel the lack of moisturizer on my skin.
Before it used to be sit and drink, bullshit about life and work, and then dance our asses off for hours on end. Last night there were moments where we merely sighed and enjoyed “silence” as people around us screamed “AHHHH I LOVE THIS SONG!” and “OH MY GOD I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER” as the bass thudded so hard it vibrated the floor. Drinking was kept to a minimum as anything that might deteriorate our motherly performances of the next day were out of the question. Our once inhuman drive to be on the dance floor from 11 to 1 straight suddenly dwindled with more pee breaks and needs to sit down. There was even yawning present as we pushed forward to make the best out of our night and get our moneys worth. Kat finally called it at 12:50 as we limped back towards the car, suddenly it was apparent that we were parents, our feet and knees ached and as we made our way home we talked about going in and kissing our sleeping children goodnight and crawling into bed ourselves, so much for the hard partying mama’s.