Have I got baby vomit on my shoulder?

[MammaMia]

Picture this if you will...

the long awaited night draws close. My non-maternity bra is hung by the cupboard with care, in the hope that one day I won't need to hang my boobs out at will...

my grown up clothes are ready for action... you know, the ones without bits of bleach, kids paint... a real waist.

I've put make-up on ... yes, smouldering, sexy eyes, pouty lips....

I'm heading out for a night with girl friends ... in a real restaurant that won't ask if I want fries with that....

it's Christmas and I want to celebrate.

But somehow, I still seem to be running around doing the mother thing - answering my son's plaintive cry "But I want Mummy to read me stories tonight", rescuing my make up brush from his pudgy hand.

I'm trying to throw a bottle of formula together in case the baby decides to give her father a hard time and wakes unexpectedly.

I'm thinking that I used to have cute little handbags - not ones big enough for nappies, wipes. What did I do with them? And I had sexy heeled shoes ... they'll hurt like hell but they look like a woman in control of her life ... instead of one whose dining room table is covered with wrapping paper, whose laundry has an overflowing washing basket, who still can't figure out what to buy the family day carer?

And my husband seems oblivious to my greatest dream... to get dressed at leisure, to carefully apply my make-up, fuss over my hair, select my jewellery.
So, he's telling me about his day (granted, it was exciting). But tonight, I just want a little time about me....

So, I've sent him & my son to buy McDonald's (add me to the Bad Mother's List), I've attached the baby to my breast for a top up and I'm wondering...

who will tell me if I walk out the door with spew on my shoulder? snot on the leg of my pants? mascara that has crept away?

And when will the time come when I will ever leave this house feeling well presented, calm and in control?

And will I bore my dear dinner companions with tales of my little darlings?

Signed
Slightly Dishevelled
SAHM pretending to be a Grown Up or at least Bridget Jones
For One Night Only
Bring on Tom Jones ... I'm not wearing my Grandma Nickers tonight.;)

[nemosmum]

who will tell me if I walk out the door with spew on my shoulder? snot on the leg of my pants? mascara that has crept away?

No one LOL ok maybe your very best friend or the hot waiter at the restaurant :eek:

And when will the time come when I will ever leave this house feeling well presented, calm and in control?

Never, well maybe when your 70 and senile :D

And will I bore my dear dinner companions with tales of my little darlings?

Yes LOL and they will be bored but dont worry you wont noticed coz you'll be too busy worry about your little ones at home!

Signed
Slightly Dishevelled
SAHM pretending to be a Grown Up or at least Bridget Jones
For One Night Only
Bring on Tom Jones ... I'm not wearing my Grandma Nickers tonight.;)[/QUOTE]

LOL Love Tom Jones huh? you are a lifer :p

[WeThree]

oh mammamia, i hear ya girl! on the very rare occasions i do get a night out without children (cant remember the last one) i long for the chance to get ready without being whined at, chasing my toddler who has run off with my lipstick, untangling the baby from my leg, and to find the only bra i now own that isnt white, with wide 'sensible' straps and clips for easy access for bubs :) oh and for my dh to realise that this is my wish and for him to be able to bathe, feed and settle the children without it all turning into a major drama and me throwing my hands up and doing it all myself:D
lucky for them they are worth it;)

[draught]

I love your way with words Mumma Mia.And I think we are living parallel lives.

I went out with a girlfriend last week and ended up begging DH to take the children out of the bedroom while I dressed - he thought it would be nice if they all hung out in there with me to "help" me get dressed. Strangely enough I didn't!

My tip though - I went out with a girlfriend who also has little ones. Those are the friends who will tell you if you have spew, snot or anything else on your clothes (or if you are letting down through your nice new top), and who will not be bored hearing all about your babies as they want to share their joy and frustrations too! We did talk about things other than our kids, and it was lovely to be out without them, just for a few hours, and to flirt with the waiter enough that he brought us over some truffles to have with our coffee......
Hope your night was/is a success!!

[tickle]

I went out with a girlfriend last week and ended up begging DH to take the children out of the bedroom while I dressed - he thought it would be nice if they all hung out in there with me to "help" me get dressed. Strangely enough I didn't!

LOL, such a man thing to do. Mine does the same. He says, 'oh but he's helping'. Yeah right!:rolleyes:

[Nickster]

Yes, my darling hubby, much as I love him, is clueless about the need for silent, alone time when dressing for a big night out - time to apply and reapply lipsticks (hmm...that colour is okay, but it just needs a little more brown to it so it doesn't look tooooo red).
Mind you, the last time we went out for dinner was for my work's Xmas party. I was upstairs with DD, dressing and keeping her away from anything with a current running through it, he was downstairs with my parents who had come over to babysit. He, as he said, was helping them to feel "comfortable" by chatting with them. They're my parents, for heaven's sake, and they know my house inside out!
Luckily my mum felt "comfortable" enough to come upstairs and pluck Libby away from the clock radio!
Mamma Mia, I totally understand where you're coming from!
I can't understand women who WON"T tell you if you've got something awry (smudged mascara, vomit on shoulder, back of dress stuck in top of undies) - it's just ...... so.......mean!:)

[Manxie]

Wish someone had told me that my top was unbuttoned while I was standing in the middle of the doctors waiting room the other day:( . (Post injection panic)

MammaMia hope you had a great night out:D

[MammaMia]

Thank you for confirming that my dream of departing the house intact and at leisure was not a lone voice in the wilderness.

As it turns out, apart from a few terse words with my husband as I left when he started quizzing me about "where are the baby's pjs" etc etc (to which I told him that I never throw those questions at him as he leaves for anywhere - I just cope and get it done) it was a great night. Fantastic view! Good company! We didn't just talk about kids, MILs but about what else we were doing, and we laughed and gazed at the gorgeous Brisbane river. And swapped Christmas presents and felt spoiled!

And I returned home happy and late! And as I had rung my husband before I went into dinner to make peace, I was able to crawl into our bed with no regrets.

Signed
Yes, I have got baby vomit on my shoulder!