Post Partum Piss Up
I went to a party on Saturday night. Yes a party! I stayed at a hotel and everything. It was a proper grown up party although I quite obviously behaved like a teenager. Now most sensible adults would have a few drinks, a bit of a boogie on the dance floor and leave at a sensible hour so as to enjoy the hotel breakfast in the morning before picking the children up. I'm not sensible. I peak far too early. On route in the car I'm downing cans of G&T - I think the young people call this pre-drinks. Once ready I'm practically running to the venue. I can barely contain my excitement at the prospect of an adult night out! Of course I forget that the children are a mere 24hrs away. I'm on the dance floor by 9pm where I stay until 1.30am. I'm wearing my one and only pair of designer shoes (I haven't been brave enough to look at them yet), I'm sure designer shoes aren't meant for excessive dancing especially with my post partum excess weight. I