On the rare occasions that you get to go out as a couple, without your offspring tagging along, being a kid-free parent in a public place is a weird experience. I can’t be the only one to jump every time I hear a baby crying, or a kid yelling, even when I know that mine are safe at home, being looked after by someone else.
The joy that you feel when you’re out for a meal, or in the cinema and you hear a child crying only to realize it’s not yours, is beyond measure. Dealing with that child is someone else’s responsibility, and you can carry on drinking your glass of wine in peace, getting to actually finish a conversation uninterrupted. Bliss.