I spent a night out on Saturday. A whole night out. I went into the city where a friend and I attended a meetup of Melbourne fat acceptance peeps and then we headed into the city for a bit and then we crashed at a place in St Kilda.
No kids, no husband. For the first time since having kids I was completely child free overnight.
It was fine. I worked myself up into a bit of a state on Saturday morning worrying about how Harper would go, but I settled myself down. Harper is so fine with other trusted adults, she rarely feeds overnight (even then it's not until after 4am)and her father was going to be the one looking after her.
Apparently she never even asked for me! It was Tannah who was upset-mainly because she thought I was somewhere fun and she wasn't going to get to go.
My night was great. I met new people, had interesting conversation, ate some yummy food, laughed lots and drank a bit too much.
I had an epiphany about why I was so stressed about going solo for a whole night. For the last 6 years I have been the Mama of babies and I've spent a chunk of that time pregnant as well. It feels like I'm moving into a whole new phase of parenting and I'm losing that old identity. To admit my youngest is old enough and happy enough to leave overnight is admitting that I don't have any babies anymore and that it doesn't always have to be me plus at least one child.
Liberating and scary all at once....