By BERN MORLEY
As parents, it’s often easy to forget that we had a whole other life before our children arrived on the scene. A life that included sleep-ins, “me time” and self-indulgence. Because back then, let’s face it, the only people we had to worry about, were ourselves. There’s nothing wrong with that and there’s certainly nothing wrong with wistfully remembering those days either. And equally, there is nothing wrong with being able to recreate that time. At least for 24 hours.
When the opportunity presented itself to me, a mother of three, wife to one, full time worker for many, to have the chance to be footloose and fancy free in my own town of Melbourne, I most certainly didn’t have to be asked twice.
And let’s face it, no self respecting woman would turn that kind of thing down, right? I mean, even Michelle Obama is on record giving herself a 50th birthday present that consisted simply of some alone time away from the family.
Over this weekend and in the 24 hours that were mine and mine alone, I had the chance to shop, eat, visit a beauty salon, eat a little more, sample some world class coffee, see a show at a theatre, eat again, sink into a bath and for a brief period of time, laugh with my girlfriends, all, and this is the kick, uninterrupted.
When I checked into Novotel Melbourne on Collins and flopped down upon the huge bed, the bed that I was about to share with absolutely no one, not my husband and especially not my 7 year old (who has a habit of coming in to our bed of late), I actually just took time, and I know this sounds a bit weird, but I just took time to exhale. Lie down, kick off my boots, and just close my eyes for a bit.
Just as an FYI, you should know that this post is sponsored by Novotel. But all opinions expressed by the author are 100% authentic and written in their own words.
As soon as I had recalibrated, it was time to be a tourist in my own town. Now Melbourne, it needs to be said, can never be seen in its entirety within 24 hours but I gave it a red hot go.
I spent a good hour just trawling through a bookstore. Just reading the first few pages of books, discovering authors I otherwise, under the pressure of supervising children, would not have.
Then I was lucky enough to take some time out to get pampered at Miss Fox and luxuriate in a pedicure and as a result, discover gel nails. I KNOW, where have I been? Stuck in 1981 apparently.
I did check in quickly with my husband only to discover that all but two of our children had been taken off his hands and he was, “off for a hit of golf”. Looks like we were both going to get to relax.
I then, for the first time in 15 years, indulged in a late afternoon bubble bath. I poured myself champagne, grabbed my new book, filled the bath to the brim and just soaked. If this sounds like heaven, then you’ve been reading it right.
Later on, my beautiful friend Jodi met me at the hotel’s Lane Cafe downstairs and we had a quick snack and drink and then took in the Musical, Wicked. Those who have seen Wicked won’t even need an explanation here, because you will just KNOW. Those who haven’t, well, as one person who isn’t usually an active Musical goer, can I tell you that it is simply out of this world. If you get the chance, you must go. It will change your world.