dancing and forgetting

I went out dancing... I stayed out til the wee hours.  I forgot that I was a mummy, I forgot that I am sensible, I forgot that I have just lost a dear relationship... I smiled and I danced.  It was fun!  And then 2.30am passed, the champagne started to wear off... and I remembered.  I remembered my lost relationship and I was sad.  I remembered that I am sensible and out way too late for someone who has to be up early.  I remembered that I am a mummy...first and before all else, I'm a mummy.  So I attempted to find a taxi, in vain, got a lift, slept from 3.30am to 5.30... crawled out of bed and slipped back into my skin.  Back to being sensible mummy, still sad, very tired, but home doing what I do.