One of my blog posts! If you like this style, please sign up to follow and feel free to share! Thank you for your support everyone as always x A hazy weekend! Comedy, Parenting 22/10/2012 Comments: 6 Waking up next to a pint of water and a half eaten doner kebab and its stench of garlic mayo may not be everybody’s idea of a perfect Sunday morning …. and it certainly isn’t mine, but it is symbolic of a good night out and in your early thirties that’s a welcome sign. I may be edging my way far too quickly into my mid life crisis but I can still get myself in equally similar states to the ones in my early teens and this I hesitate to say, is something I am unashamedly proud of. The main differences being now I wake up in my own bed and I have no choice but to function when my children demand that I do rather than as the poison I eagerly filled my veins with stubbornly leaves of its own free will. And I suppose the flashbacks of the previous booze fuelled evening fills me with slightly more panic and dread than the fits of giggles that I once would have greeted them with. Although everybody is entitled to an evening of letting your hair down, promiscuously gyrating on anybody that is close enough, praying to piles of carelessly abandoned handbags and even the right to vomit in any nook and cranny that you should feel fit, it somehow becomes less than acceptable when you are not only a mother but a teacher too! As I lay in bed yesterday morning mulling over the nights events, I decided eating the rest of the cold, congealed kebab could make breakfast a bit quicker and may help to blur the images of my mostly inappropriate conduct. I refuse to consider the possibility that there is always that one student lurking unnoticed, taking mental notes of how many profanities you use, how many bottoms you wrongfully grope or even worse, the colour of your knickers as you take an unfortunate tumble off the kirb into the wet gutter leaving your dress akimbo up over your head. Let’s face it the threat of the student stalker in 2012 is much more likely to turn into an internet sensation when you are caught on camera, diminishing the career you took a decade to build, within the downing of a pint of lager. But is the fear of my wild side being discovered and the loss of my career enough to curb the fish bowl drinking or the immature slurping of vodka jellies???? Of course bloody not!!!!!! But even with the refusal to dare to ponder upon the consequences of my wild abandonment of my moral values, I still face punishment. Up I must get, room spinning, hands shaking, breath stinking, feet throbbing. Barely able to open my eyelids due to the mattered mascara seizing it shut (muttering the obvious line ‘I will never do this to myself again’) to face 7 hours in a cramped community centre with hundreds of kids and the loudest of D.J’s …… Sunday Dance Battles it is! The kids have payback! diaryofamentalmother.wordpress/page/2/
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