This weekend just gone I had my first night away from our kids. EVER. In 27 months (which is how old our son, our first born, is). And it wasn’t like I dreamed it would be.
In my mind, this long awaited ‘night off’ was going to be bliss. I was going to sail away blissfully without a care in the world. I would have loads of time to myself, maybe relax a little, have a sleep in, a bath, a massage, leisurely lunches…
Not so much.
Firstly, I was travelling to attend a work event, and had a lot to fit in during my trip. I didn’t have more than ten minutes to myself. My own stupid fault I guess!
At night, I couldn’t sleep because I was missing my babes so much. I texted my husband a LOT. Yep, I’m that much of a tragic ;)
Siobhan's second child. Image supplied.
And the next morning my body clock had other ideas about my dreamy ‘sleep in’. True to form, my eyes opened at 6am and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I did get to stay in bed and scroll social media though...oh, the bliss!