Taking a toddler to the movies is its own drama
I saw my first adult movie at the cinemas for the first time in almost a year the other week.
It was after our weekly swimming lesson and completely on a whim.
Somewhere in the short walk to our cars, my friend and I decided we would head to the local cinema 12km away to watch A Star Is Born. With two 18-month-old boys.
As I snaked my way up the cinema ramp pushing my boy in his pram, I was overcome with a sense of "oh shit, what are we doing? It's not the mums and bubs session".
I almost broke out in a sweat ordering my ticket but when the cashier didn't bat an eyelid at seeing the pram (instead asking me if I wanted a regular seat or recliner - uh recliner!), I began to relax.
It's also been about a year since I last had popcorn, so I went all out with a medium popcorn, Pepsi Max (don't judge me, they didn't have Coke), and Snickers Pods.
We deliberately sat in the back row. Mainly because I couldn't wheel the pram any further, but really because my friend and I both knew there would come a time during the movie where we'd have to make a hasty exit.
"They'll be fine Lills. They'll fall asleep soon," my friend said as we pulled our boys into our laps.
I knew A Star Is Born is a musical but I didn't know it was GOING TO BE SO VERY LOUD.
I'm so proud of our boys. They sat there eating our popcorn. And even with two pooey nappy changes, both boys roaring like dinosaurs, and me trying to wrestle my soft drink from my toddler - we actually got to watch the entire movie.
If another patron complained, we didn't hear about it - all the while deciding on what we were going to watch next week.
So not only did I get to watch a movie I'd been dying to see, I also learned that I shouldn't be afraid to do "adult" things with a toddler.
Next time, I'll just leave the pram at home.