Went out with mothers from Junior Infants tonight. End of year thing in local pizzeria, the pizzeria of all our teenhoods.
Bodhi conked asleep at 7.30 and I was out the door, free and clear, like never happens. And why not, he's been awake since 6 am, the little... wakey boy.
Got home at 11 having decided to have a drink, happy from having one of those mascara melting hysterical laughing fits at someone's funny story - which I'll put in a seperate post in the cold light of day and probably will find it's not that funny sans wine, but you can be the judge of that.
So, got a lift home, will pick up car in morning, why not. Opened door to see husband cross on the sofa instead of mother in law. Once the confusion had passed, it became clear that I had both left my phone at home and neglected to tell the mother in law where I'd be.
Bodhi woke up just after nine and freaked out, and Granny rang Axel, who was in town on a rare night out. He had to come home. On the DART. He knew where I was, mind, but it didn't occur to him to ring the restaurant, such was the panic at home, and the fact that Granny was relaying everything through Olivia, as she's too deaf to talk on a mobile, and couldn't find the landline handset.
Of course when Axel got in, the child was sitting up with a bottle if water, happy as Larry. But no move made to return him to bed, or get Olivia to bed.
No more nights out for me til he's four, it looks like. Clearly babysitting has Become Too Much for the Ma.