So the art installation was fantastic, one of those interactive, thought-provkoking arrangements in a massive warehouse that you get totally involved in, and not a trace of the art-gallery backache you get when you stand about looking at worthy and beautiful things. And the theatre uproariously funny. I didn't even get close to falling asleep, despite my fears. (I have to admit that even though I spent the whole of last week looking forward to a day off from constant motherhood, about 4pm yesterday, my mind was wandering off, wondering how he was doing. Kids are so under your skin that even when you get a day off you can't let it go.)
All the same, a day of respite. How fantastic is that. It's been 6 months since the last time I went out with no "curfew" of babysitters or pick-up times. Maybe the era of the sleepover is going to open up a whole new world for me. A world of days and evenings out in adult company.
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