Ready for the Weekend
- gprentice8
- Oct 20, 2017
- 2 min read
Does anyone else struggle to get their partners out at the weekend? This was a monumental battle for me after we started to live together.
Perhaps it’s a side effect of not having something to call their own, the age difference, or just my husband being downright stubborn sometimes and in love with his creature comforts. For years, I had a constant fight to get out of the same four walls I spent much of my time alone in.
He wanted to come home and BE at home. I wanted my Saturday nights dancing on tables, wearing my alcohol jacket and frequenting the local takeaway for chips, pitta and garlic mayo.
He wanted Netflix and chill. I wanted fake tan, Grey Goose and my youth. For my own sanity, I had to get out of the house.
For those who live alone, isolated from friends and family – whether that be by distance or the fact their F&F have normal plans in the week – you live for the weekends. Don’t get me wrong, there are times when becoming a recluse is the top of my social agenda. But a girls got to eat and not from the same Chinese take away who recognises your number and can process your order before you have even said hello.
Those who live alone will get me.
If I wanted to leave the house, I had to pretty much leave a trail of prawn cracker crumbs to the car or prostitute myself out using the best chip we women have – my who-ha. (I mean I was going to do it anyway so why not use it to my advantage!)
It’s got easier over the years – any man having seen my cabin fever induced psychotic moments starts to get the message. Having made him befriend my friends and their respective other halves, Friday night drinking is always a given. If you can’t find us on a Friday night, try any one of the local drinking establishments.
Stage 1 complete.
We might even get in a cinema trip, some shopping or meal out on a Saturday.
Stage 2 - tick.
And now having got a dog, a long Sunday walk is a given.
Mission Complete!
For anyone else in the same situation, all I can recommend is perseverance and use every tool in your box to tempt that fucker out of the house. You never know, by year 3 you might be as a lucky as me and actually get a weekend away from the house altogether!
GL
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