Friday, November 04, 2005


I should be excited. I should be thrilled. I should have my Friday feeling. Because tonight…I’m going out. It’s an adventure, and one I used to do several times a week when I was a teenager. So why the hell am I a nervous wreak?

Oh I HATE going out!

I don’t have any clothes. I don’t have any shoes. (Well I do, but I mean suitable!) I can’t really afford it. And I barely know these women! Why did I agree?

This is the third ‘Mothers’ night I’ve agreed to in the last decade and each time, I wonder what possessed me to go. The first one was with my eldest’s class group. Boy, did I feel a hick with that career bunch! All very nice I hasten to add, but I felt a dumb hick nonetheless. The second lot was P’s mothers. That was a big mistake because it was right after school began and P was still in his ‘beat ‘em all up’ stage. I spent the evening apologising for his behaviour and left with my tail between my legs swearing I’d never go to these things again.

So why did I agree, yet again? Well this time I was smart enough to refuse when first asked. But then I saw the mother who’s asking at swimming and she went on (and on) about how our lives revolve around the kids, and how in another decade or two we’ll have nothing. And she really emphasized the NOTHING! And once she saw my look of abject horror and fear, she brightened and told me the friends I made now would be the ones who would be around to help and comfort each other when our lives become totally meaningless.

I could hardly say no after that. Even if others did.

And what’s the big deal? It’s only a meal, right? Oh dear heavens, what have I done?!

Maybe I’ll drink! Just the one, mind. Any more than that and I’ll be making a fool of myself. Maybe I should have had a drink each and every night this week in preparation as there’s nothing worse than a drunk mother living it large because she doesn’t get out enough.

Oh, and in case you’re thinking ‘this appears to be only the third time this woman’s been out in a decade’, no, no, no! This is the forth, so there! But that other occurrence was after an OU exam and I got waaaaaaay too drunk (at least three drinks!), and I ended up stumbling home, seducing my husband in a most un-thoughtout manner, and got pregnant with P. You can be sure THAT WON’T BE HAPPENING AGAIN.

Ooo, just looked at my clock, just over eleven hours to go. We’re meeting at eight. What am I afraid of? I don’t know! But I am!

I keep trying to thinks of the positives… getting to know new people, doing something different, having a meal cooked for me. Yes I can do this. It won’t be so bad, there are only a couple of career moms, and J’s been nice to all their little darlings, and in another decade or two I’ll be alone and without purpose, meaning and direction in my life. I’ll need these women.

Bloody hell, even I’m realising how pitiful this is! And at the very least, I’ll have something other than the kids and washing to blog about tomorrow (lucky you ;o)).

Wish me luck!


Blogger Who is this Dave? said...

As someone, 'alone and without purpose, meaning and direction in my life', I wish you luck.

Friday, November 04, 2005 9:38:00 am  
Blogger mm said...

You could just light up - I'm sure they'd never ask you back ;-).

How are you going to NaNo if you're out getting sloshed with the other moms?

Friday, November 04, 2005 11:53:00 am  
Blogger mm said...

As in "Light one up" - a cig, if that wasn't clear.

I've been thinking about your dilemma with P, and I think you should just embrace his skills, as you would with any other child.

This link is for P.

Friday, November 04, 2005 12:02:00 pm  
Blogger Jona said...

Dave – stop it! Your purpose is globe-trotting ;o)

Maureen, I got the ‘light-up’ but rather than cig, we’d say fag (but I believe fag is another of those quirky words Northern Americans translate differently).

P’s porn star name is : Exotica Hymen (which personally speaking, I thought a little odd for a man, but hey, what do I know ;o)) And have I ever mentioned what this boy wants to do for a living? Well, I’m kind of hoping he’s kidding, but so far the only profession that’s interested him is: stripping. Please don’t assume I expose my son to this lifestyle, he got the idea from ‘Friends’ (shown inappropriately at ten in the morning) where Danny DeVito showed him how!

As for the NaNo thing, *sob* I haven’t written as much as you or Doug, but I love that little bar thingy, so am off to pinch the idea and shall then have the guilt of not making it move, if I give up ;o)

Friday, November 04, 2005 12:24:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Take advantage of the night out and see what writing material you can draw out of the situation.

Friday, November 04, 2005 1:00:00 pm  
Blogger kyknoord said...

Well, at least you aren't overthinking the thing :)

Friday, November 04, 2005 1:10:00 pm  
Blogger mm said...

A stripper! Then I guess he'll need

Friday, November 04, 2005 1:33:00 pm  
Blogger Jona said...

Good idea, Lita, will do!

Kyknoord – err yes, I swear I’m not usually this neurotic. But then, maybe I am ;o)

Maureen – Thunder Down Under! I daren’t tell P yet, I have a feeling he’ll like it a bit too much ;o)

Friday, November 04, 2005 2:38:00 pm  
Blogger Me Over Here said...

Ah, I *so* know what you're talking about, Jona!

I had to go through that when I first started the job I'm at now. "The girls" (all around my age) like to go out for lunch or drinks pretty often, and me, being the recluse at work that I had always been, would decline...after all, I barely knew these girls.

But after a while, I figured I should start playing nice if I was to be any sort of happy in the company, and now, I have the best friends I could ever have hoped for.

Maybe not your exact situation, but hey, maybe I could provide you wiht the small hope that there's a light at the end of this very long and freaking-you-out tunnel.

Good luck!

Friday, November 04, 2005 5:37:00 pm  
Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

You can tell these Moms how you are in communication with crazed people in the United States who don't know any better than to appreciate you and your tiny isle because you're so real. They'll think that's cool, and then you can tell them all about what a swell guy Ol' Hoss is, and then it will be ALL ABOUT ME! And you won't have to worry about it being all about YOU!!.

Friday, November 04, 2005 6:24:00 pm  
Blogger Jona said...

Thanks MOH, when I speak to people I discover a lot if us are nervous!

Hoss - I'm going to be saying as little as possible about everything!

Friday, November 04, 2005 6:57:00 pm  
Blogger Ivy the Goober said...

Enjoy! I hope you have a really fun time. Be sure and tell us all about it :)

Friday, November 04, 2005 9:53:00 pm  
Blogger FTS said...

So many women, so many words... should give you blog topics for a month. :)

Saturday, November 05, 2005 2:07:00 am  

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