I have an evening to myself. No kids, all work sorted for next week and chocolates at the ready. I should be laid back all relaxed, chilled out as i flick from one channel to another relishing having sole command of the TV channels. But I am not. I am restless and watching the clock, it’s only 6.30pm.
The tween is having a sleep over at his cousins, this a common thing so no worries there. The teen though is on a night out, a proper night out and I am on pick up duty. This isn’t a night out like I am used to though; this is different. She of course has been aloud out before but it’s usually to a private party or under 18’s do at the local club. No alcohol is served and they are all roughly the same age. Tonight she is at a birthday bash for one of the mums of her friends at a social club. Alcohol will be freely available and I am relying on my daughter’s common sense.
I am not sure what I am really worrying about as she can be very sensible and I have never had any worry over her before. This is the child that would call me to check she could spend the change from her dinner money in the shop on the way home, all of 5p. She is hardly wild party material. Maybe it’s the fact that my little girl is growing up. The small cute blonde haired toddler has grown into a gorgeous brunette (I of course take all credit for this). She is taking more steps into adulthood leaving her carefree days behind. As they hand you your newborn baby all swaddled up and cute, no one thinks to warn you that one day you have to learn to let go of her.
Or maybe I am just a tad pee’d off that I have to stay up till 10.30 then go out in the cold and dark to pick her up. Yep I think it’s that one, I will be relying on twitter and copious amounts of coffee to keep me awake this evening.