We’ve had some really fantastic news. The kind that puts a spring in your step and makes you put out the rubbish bin with a smile on your chops. What is it?.. We’ve been given an unexpected, child-free weekend…

Picture thanks to Nina Zed on Flickr.com

Don’t get me wrong, we love our kids and have lots of fun together as a foursome (here it comes) BUT sometimes you can’t help but think back in wonder at the ‘easy’ days when it was only ‘you’ you had to worry about/look after/feed/serve. One could come and go as one pleased. Why, even be spontaneous. Go as far as to stay out late safe in the knowledge that you could get a good lay-in too… ahhh.

How did the treat come about? Well, we were all going to go to my parents for the weekend but then they foolishly enquired if we fancied some time out. Guess how long it took to came up with an answer? Yeah, about 1 millisecond.

The event has now been discussed and run-through and resulted in rendez-vousing in a Burger King car park for a ‘handover’ mid way between London and my parents’ home in Kent. To an onlooker it will probably look like we’re handing over ransom money only it wriggles and it won’t be coming out of the boot of the car (unless they’ve been really awful on the drive down).

My Mum and I always have a joke when we ask them to babysit and I pretend that I’m Denise from The Royle Family (that’s not completely random there is a reason for it). In what must be one the top TV moments Denise asks her poor, long-suffering Mum if she’ll look after Baby David on Friday night, to which Barb says ‘yes of course’. Then she asks when Denise will be picking him up and she replies ‘Monday’. Genius!

So we are now faced (oh, poor us) with finding something to do this weekend that’ll bring back the youth, the fun and the heady days of life before kids. Sounds great doesn’t it? In theory yes but sadly we’re going to have to take into consideration a (very) drawn-out case of Man Flu and my dodgy back (got a bit over zealous at Kettle Bells).

I’m drawn to watching some live music in the shape of Maverick Sabre at the Brixton Academy but that might be a bit too loud and pushy shovey. Alternatively there’s Acid Jazz in Streatham’s Hideaway but that involves sitting down and I’m not sure I could sit still for any length of time with my back in the state that it is.

Shopping would normally be quite appealing but my OH isn’t keen on that at the best of times so dragging him around the shops on his one weekend of peace seems a bit mean. The park is out as we’re there so often I could walk it in my sleep (believe me I have). The pub? Well, I don’t really want to get too blottoed and ruin my freedom…

Do you see where this is going? Come back kids – we need you to organise our weekends. Without your parties, trips to the park and early mornings we’re lost as to what to do!

How do you spend any childfree weekends? Or, do you have any suggestions what we could do? x