Of course I remember what it was like pre pregnancy, but I don't really remember the feeling of being completely in charge. However, with my youngest on the cusp of his sixteenth birthday things are changing. Weekends are all about noisy days but quiet, quiet nights. The social life of a teenager is nocturnal and more often than not Slap and I find ourselves alone after 8pm. If the boys aren't out, they're plugged into the computer and babysitters have been replaced by the WiFi connection and a family bag of Dorrito's.
For too long, Saturday nights have been about staying home but we can drink wine and fall asleep mid CSI any night of the week. It's time to reclaim the weekend!
|Here we are at the Lantern Festival|
|Here we are at a rather lovely restaurant playing "Ooh, this one's a lively one" with our napkins, |
after just one (lies, lies) tiny glass of wine!!
|And here we are under a photograph of an enormous lobster.|