Last night, Mr Moi and I went out on a hot date. This doesn’t happen too often – I think I blogged about a hot date about a year ago, and that was possibly the last hot date we went out on!
This morning I woke up with a pain in my tummy because I had eaten so much. In fact I ate so much that, after dinner when we went to see a movie (minimum four-hour booking time for the babysitter), I couldn’t sit up straight in the seat. I had to recline a little to allow for digestion.
As I said to Mr Moi, in the course of one meal I went from 23 weeks to about 30 weeks pregnant in appearance.
When we got home to our new babysitter – a lovely young girl who works in childcare full time and babysits after hours (good lord, she obviously doesn’t have her own kids) – I discharged her with the $20 per hour that seems to be the cheapest going rate in Darwin.
And here is Part 1 of the Parental Paradox: a night out for a quiet dinner costs more when you combine the costs of the meal and the costs of the babysitter, than going out on the turps to the Summer Hill Hotel ever did, taxi home included! (In fact the babysitter often costs more than the meal we go out to enjoy!) But it seldom happens, so going out once a year is not going to send us broke.
(I can’t whinge too much as it’s our choice to live away from Brisbane, where we have a slightly more extensive support network in place than Darwin, where we have… er… some of my lovely friends from work et al, who do in fact have a life of their own when it comes to Saturday nights!)
After discharging the babysitter, I was still so very awake from all the late night shenenigans of watching a film and eating so much I doubled the size of my stomach, that despite it being the Very Late Hour of 11.30pm, Mr Moi and I went to bed and partook in one of our favourite shared bedtime activities – READING!
That’s right, the reading frenzy is still on and I am finally hitting the interesting bits of Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. So up I stayed, reading, reading, reading. And here we come to Part 2 of the Parental Paradox: No matter how young a night out makes you feel, regardless of the late hour you go to bed you still have to get up at 6.30 am the next day.
So not only is the financial debt of a Night Out hight, but the Sleep Debt also.
And boy does 6.30 am on Sunday morning, post-Hot Date hurt. I am typing this through sleep smeared eyes – I can’t even be bothered to pop up the street to get a coffee. That’s really bad news.
I’m just glad that my preggo status means that I didn’t have a boozy hot date dinner night out, because that would add a Part 3 layer of unpleasantness to the Parental Paradox that I just can’t comprehend with a full stomach and a lack of sleep.
How often do you go out on the weekend without the kids? Is it a high priority to have a hot date with your Significant Other on a regular basis?