Possum is 6 years 8 months
Bandicoot is 4 years 6 months
Little Princess is 2 years 1 month
DH and I are going out tonight. Once every two months, my siblings have a standing dinner date. We never get to go.
However, this month, when the reminder went out, it was swiftly followed by an offer of babysitting from my sister’s pretty-much grown up kids. Wow.
So tonight we are going out.
It is such a strange experience. Our kids never get babysat. We have been out without them, I think, maybe seven times since Possum was born. Maybe not that many.
It occurred to me, late this afternoon, that in order for me to go out for dinner, I had to make dinner for the family. It is much the same as when I get a “night off” during the week (to run off and shop on my own – usually for groceries or kids’ clothes or school stuff.)
(Oh, okay, to be fair, I would be allowed to do other things, according to DH, but I don’t get away often enough for that to happen. It is always the essentials.)
So, after getting dinner ready, I went and got changed. I put on my nice skirt (wash and wear, of course) and dug out my nice sandals (flat, but I can’t run as fast in these as in other shoes I own) and then looked into the wardrobe. So. Not a T-shirt then. Hmm. Interesting. Eventually I remembered going out with some of the girls for dinner about 2 or 3 years ago and the top I wore. Yup. It was still hanging there all forlorn. I am not sure it quite believes it is getting another outing.
Then I looked in the mirror. Something was missing. What was it? Oh yeah. Make-up!
I rummaged in three different drawers before finding my make-up bag. To be fair, I knew which draw it was supposed to be in, but obviously the kids have other ideas.
I looked inside. Foundation was too hard. Even powder was too hard. I felt like a teenager. Okay. Eyeliner. First eye, good. Second eye, um. Not supposed to be on my cheek, I don’t think. Second try was better. Eye shadow. Right-e-o. I know you aren’t supposed to keep this stuff, but my newest is from our wedding. In 2003. Maybe the colours have come back into fashion again. I am not going near the mascara after the eyeliner.
My lipstick is the same vintage, but it is a nice colour. The blush even older. Hang on – lip liner. I KNOW that I have matching lip liner, now where is it? Eventually I manage to retrieve it from the kids’ basket of coloured pencils. Hmmm.
Okay, make-up done. Another rummage and I manage to find some jewellery. My friend Sam-O bought me a lovely set of owls a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, one of the earrings has been residing under our bed for a while (recently retrieved, yay!) and the filigree of the pendant owl’s body upsets Bandicoot. Good opportunity to wear them tonight. (I love them).
There. Done. Even mildly respectable.
Bandicoot has begged me to cover him with lipstick kisses and Possum has assured me that there is funny stuff around my eyes.
Gosh, I hope I remember how to eat with cutlery.