Dh thinks I'm a killjoy.
We are going out sat night once the kids are in bed for an Olympic party. I haven't been out in months.
I find since I had my first I struggle to enjoy myself. I can't let my hair down. All I think about is how I have to get up at 5am with the kids, I have tonnes of chores to do.....
Honestly, I had a few drinks awhile ago, stayed up till 1am, it was fun, BUT was up at 430am with dd2 (then when she went back to sleep dd1 got up) and felt like crap and the whole next day was a write off and I spent all week trying to catch up on washing etc. so in my eyes to have fun for one night was not worth it.
Dh says I've changed. He just doesn't get it. Am I the only one who feels this way? I'm looking forward to a night out but at the same time know it's going to be hell to pay and I'm already starting to panic. Am I now officially boring?