The life of a Stay-at-home mum can get lonely at times.
Don't get me wrong, I love being at home. I wouldn't have it any other way. But seriously, who wants to go out to coffee or lunch with me... I have at least 3 little tag-a-longs where ever I go. It hardly makes for a nice relaxing catch up.
Getting out at night with friends turns into a big event - trying to organise kids to be fed and settled before I leave. Making sure Brett will be ok. I mean, he is a very hands-on dad, but I feel guilty leaving him with such responsibility.
But, after having such a fantastic time on Saturday night, it has made me realise I need to get out, on my own, more often.
As I started to get ready in our bathroom Saturday afternoon, I cancelled my outing about 5 times. I tried to come up with a reason... any reason... not to go. Brett seemed like he was struggling that afternoon. How could I leave him with Five Little Reasons?
I organised dinner and said my goodbyes. This was it. I was going out!
As I backed out of the driveway, I had to hold back the urge to stop the car and once again say "Nope, I am not going". Two little boys stood in the garage, tears streaming down their cheeks. "Take me with you mama". I fought back the tears and waved and blew one last kiss.
I set iTunes to play Sara Bareilles's album. I turned up the volume...max!
As I drove along the highway, music blaring, I sang at the top of my lungs. It was good. I added something to my bucket list. I am going to audition for the next round of Australian Idol. I am going to go in, sing my little heart out and check it off my list.
I finally made it to the city and got a little lost. Ken, my sexy GPS man, got me lost. I really must upgrade Ken. Why do they have to change the roads so often?
I finally found a park and started walking to the restaurant. Let me tell you. Fortitude Valley is a little scary when you are on your own. As I watched all the young girls strutting their stuff in the teatowel skirts, I felt relieved that I had a gorgeous hubby waiting for me at home. I am not, and never really was, a clubbing kinda girl. Not. My. Scene.
Walking down Wickham Street, I accidentally stumbled across the restaurant. I was looking for a number, or a sign, or something to guide my way. Instead, I saw some people walk into a little, unmarked doorway. I hesitantly followed them in and asked the maitre-de if this was the place I was looking for.
"Sure is" she replied. "Your party is down the back in our cocktail bar. Do you have a final number of guests?" I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't know any guests, let alone a "final number".
I walked into the dark cocktail bar and froze at the door. I couldn't see anyone, let alone find a face that resembled someone I had only seen photos of online. I stood for what seemed like eternity, praying someone would recognise me first. And then I locked eyes with someone I knew, and took a step forward.
The first few moments are a blur. It was loud, dark and busy. People were lining up to get drinks and I wasn't 100% sure what the "deal" was, so I sat on the floor and introduced myself and my blog to a couple of girls around me. I felt so much better when the response was "oh yes, I know you".
When we were called to our table, I hesitantly followed and took a seat on the floor at the table. Oh, I forgot to mention that this trendy restaurant is called Garuva and they had dining tables the height of a coffee table, and you sat on chairs with no legs. It was comfier than it sounds. We were also surrounded by a sheer curtain, so it made a nice intimate gathering.
|Photo courtesy of Olivia & Garuva|
|Photo Courtesy of Olivia|
|Photo courtesy of Suger|
|Photo courtesy of Luke & Talia. |
This was actually the time that I "checked in" with Brett -
who replied with "Kids all in bed, I am struggling, but please don't come home!"
The food was amazing and the company even better. We talked about our blogs, a little about our lives and a lot about other various things from traveling to folding or scrunching our toilet paper.
|Olivia telling a hilarious story!|
It was easy to talk to these girls. I honestly haven't laughed that hard in a very long time. It was just what I needed. I can't wait until the next one. Thanks everyone for a memorable night! And thank you Hello Events for planning it!
|Photo courtesy of The Climbing Tree|