I ain’t never gonna Heaven..
I ain’t never gonna Heaven…
In my Teacher’s bra…
Yes, you’ve guessed it – my boys have just come back from
Scout camp. It seems they’ve learned some new songs.
At least this time it wasn't family camp – I still haven’t
fully recovered from that ordeal.
This time the Scouts (Daniel) were away for three nights and
the Beavers joined them for one night on Saturday (Jamie).
So our house has been lovely and quiet. Daniel gone for
three nights was nice enough. It is surprising how easy life is when you halve
the number of children that usually complicate it. Then on Saturday
night we
found ourselves back in time.
Pre-kids.
We had a night off – completely. No babysitters needed, we
were back to being young DINKs like we once were – so very long ago.
This presented us with a problem.
Just what is it that we used to do?
In the end, Jo vetoed my plan of going to bed really early
and trying for ‘number three’ because, as she put it, “You really are an arse,
Glen.” So we went out instead.
To Oxford, for a lovely meal at The Living Room – by the castle.
And it was nice, very nice.
I resisted the urge to “Check-In” on Facebook and leave a
really long message about how I was having a romantic meal with my wife and go
into laborious detail about how it was going and what we were eating. The irony
of bragging about romance while clearly spending all your time nose-deep on
Facebook made me laugh. I didn’t bother because I just wasn’t sure anyone else
would get it – and besides, Jo was banging on about something and I couldn’t
concentrate long enough to write it.
Wine flowed and Jo flirted a little, I flirted back, Jo
stopped flirting and asked if I was feeling okay? Apparently I’ve forgotten how
to flirt and looked more like I had a chicken bone lodged in my throat.
How exactly do you flirt anyway?
Can anyone remember?
Still – it was a lovey night.
And then we had to get up early and fetch the boys.
I enjoyed being young and childless for a night but I’m
happy to have them back. I reckon after a couple of years I’d start to miss the
little buggers.
Anyway – must go, I need to find out what’s wrong with my
Son’s teacher’s bra?
7 comments:
Isn't it odd that once you have kids you completely forget how to act without them?? Then you actually end up miss them, even though when they are bickering and being royal pains you just wish they would go away. Glad to hear you had a good time without your kids!!
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
And then all of a sudden (after 18 or so years!) they go completely and you're left rattling around in a big house. Then they visit, and suddenly crumbs are all over the worktop, glasses and yogurt pots are left in the lounge and all is right with the world!
It is very strange when they go, as you say...you have to remember who you were before, which is hard, cos you've changed!
Enjoy 'em while you can!!!!!
And then all of a sudden (after 18 or so years!) they go completely and you're left rattling around in a big house. Then they visit, and suddenly crumbs are all over the worktop, glasses and yogurt pots are left in the lounge and all is right with the world!
It is very strange when they go, as you say...you have to remember who you were before, which is hard, cos you've changed!
Enjoy 'em while you can!!!!!
Haha! All I know is that 'flirting' is just another 'f' word ...
Pre-kids.
For both my wife and me that is an era that exists only in myth.
I’ve forgotten how to flirt...
Holy crap! Now that I think about it I don't believe I could flirt if my life depended on it.
Kathy - yup completely
Tina - hello I am doing really the little oinks :-)
Red - might as well be :-)
Beach - me too it seems
Keep up with the flirting. Practice doesn't hurt. And there can't be too much of it. I think.
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