BC (before children), I was out random school nights to see live music. Lots. It was one of my favourite past times. AC (after children), I still get out to see bands at the occasional show, but nothing on the awesome scale I used to. Not that I’m sad about it (well, maybe sometimes), as I know Giggles Magoo and Little Mate are totally worth staying home for.
Tonight i find myself at home with the two sleeping angels (thank you day care for running them ragged) and Grimace** out at the factory theatre in Marrickville seeing a few random bands. I’m happy to be sitting this one out, but the thought of being at home alone and running through the nightly house tidy up and plan for funday-Friday got me thinking – I officially dislike the thought of being by myself at night time. Well, at least I did. I am a big believer in acknowledging any emotions that may be present and exploring why they are looming.
After I’d got the boys down for the epic night-snooze and then stocked the wine cabinet (not random at all, right?!) I surveyed the house and didn’t really feel like going through the motions. I got lazy. And then, from nowhere I remembered to explore why I was being lazy… feeling crappy and lonely as I had no one to chit-chat with. Just by acknowledging those feelings were present, I remembered in daylight hours I actually crave time to myself and a sense of achievement; and I quite often feel cheated by not getting either.
Feeling inspired and less lazy, I switched on some music (thank you Spotify), enjoyed the comfort of my own company and got shit done. Yeah.
Although I’m not out seeing some random punk-ass bands, I’m happy Grimace is. Afterall, the boys will only be so young for such a small period and then I’ll be back out there seeing those random bands (Maybe King Cannons will reform…a gal can hope right?!). In the meantime, hopefully there’s more wine to be stacked.
** Grimace isn’t a name that is going to stick… he hates it!