Tonight I am going on a Desperate Mothers' Night Out, and I am stressed.
I'm not stressed about what to wear, I've got my Ralph Lauren shirt (I love his clothes) and new Next grey trousers washed, ironed and ready to go.
I'm not stressed about going out for the first time with all the mothers from IJ's class at school and the fact that I don't know their 'real' names (and they don't know mine). Do I call them Mathew's mum and Elisha's mum all night? Will I remember their real names when they tell me or spend the night saying Oi!
I'm not stressed that I may feel bloated tomorrow after eating a three-course meal. The chocolate fudge cake has my name on it and I'm eating it!
No, I'm not stressed about any of that.
I'm stressed because my mother is babysitting and so I will have to clean the house from top to bottom before she comes. She may not even venture into half the rooms but is there is dirt or dust there it will be noticed.
So today I will have to spend the day cleaning, dusting and Hoovering and polishing.
By this evening I will have earned my night out.
