Why you need Mummy Time
A much needed girlie weekend away with friends
Dare I say it again? It’s hard being a parent. So back in March when one of my best friends asked if I fancied a girlie weekend away in September my first thought was OH YES! In march my baby boy was 2 months old and suddenly I began to question my acceptance to this weekend away.
This time round breastfeeding was going wonderfully well. I worked out he would be 8 months old at the time of the weekend break. He would probably be comfortable with food, would I still be breastfeeding? Would I still be wanting to breastfeed? Would he be ok with his Daddy? Don’t get me wrong, his Daddy is great and I had no doubt about his abilities. It was more the fact that with breastfeeding our baby boy had bonded with me much more, definitely a mummy’s boy at that point.
Thankfully all was well and he was on bottles by the time the weekend away approached and his bond with his Daddy was much stronger.
I can’t tell you how excited I was about the weekend away. I got my bags packed, bought wine and munchies and made sure the fridge was well stocked for my absence.
Ready to go and my daughter had a melt down. A major melt down. She’s not normally like that and my heart broke in two. “I don’t want you to go, I’ll miss you too much mummy” she sobbed. Her little face all red with tears running down her face as she begged me not to go. At that moment I could have easily got back out of the car and abandoned the weekend away. I struggled to hold back the tears. My baby boy on the other hand hadn’t got a clue, he was happy laughing at his Daddy. Daddy to the rescue, bribery with chocolate seemed to help the situation. I gave her a big cuddle and a kiss and had to promise to bring something about princesses back!
Off I went, tears wiped away and feeling guilty. Reassured myself that she would be fine. That they would be fine. That I’m only 2 hrs away if needed. I was driving on my own, music on…and relax.
I arrived about 8pm so I probably don’t need to tell you that the first thing I did was open a bottle of wine. The accommodation was luxury. The scenery gorgeous and the hot tub calling! We had a lovely weekend, talking, eating and drinking. What more could a mummy ask for? For this weekend mummy duties were on hold! I honestly think that time away like this is therapy for mums. We need a good old chat sometimes without constant interruptions. Time to be ourselves.
Of course I missed my little family, but that weekend did me the world of good. I went home on the Sunday refreshed and ready to dish out some very big hugs.