Getting ready to go out with Harlow crawling about the bathroom was a feat in itself. With her into the bathroom cupboards, pulling everything out, "Harlloooww", but then, "good job Harlow" I forgot I had that in there.....MY trusty lipstick.
Now what to wear??? Seriously, I have no going out clothes... Lets try this top on.....oh poo, this would get me arrested, public indecency, too much mama cleavage.
Ok, this top will do, kind of fits, and no cleavage.....
Finally found the restaurant after driving around the parkade for 5 minutes.....
Got there, sat down, and ordered a glass of red wine asap!
Would have been so nice and relaxing, except that My husband told me Harlow was awake at 8, crying in her crib. What happened to the carefree days of going out? Where have they gone?
Sometimes in the 'going out department' I feel I have been ripped off. I have to be back as quick as possible incase Harlow wakes up starving, and in need of a hug off mum and I'm not there.
Well..............I may have got the short straw with regards to being able to go out stress free, but I have got a cheeky chubby Harlow and 3 other cheeky kiddies, that drive me up the wall :)
