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I Escape From Home On Choir Night
Today was choir night. Once a week here in Valencia, I go off to sing in a choir on the other side of town and I get back after my child’s bedtime, so my husband has to do it.
In her seven years on this planet, the other times he has done bedtime is when I have a choir, I’ve been away on a work trip or perhaps I’ve been sick. I could count the occasions on two hands.
Tonight there was no choir. There is a local (Fallas) festival instead, but he doesn’t know there’s no choir. So I decided to go out anyway, and not have to put my beautiful, sweet daughter to bed. For once. Because when I put her to bed, I’m usually so exhausted sitting with her, reading with her, and snuggling with her, I go to sleep too. I’m a mum in her fifties after all.
So you can understand why just sometimes I’d like a night off. Where I can sit and drink wine, chat with adults who enjoy my company more than my husband does, and listen to music….
I don’t even do that. I go to choir practice, then scuttle off home, but sit in the car alone before going in. No one is waiting in the way I’d want someone to, and my child is asleep. So I just sit in the car.
Today, I left at the usual time and tried to see if the neighboring town’s pool was open still. I loved a swim. It had of course closed. It’s a Spanish festival…
