It had been ages since the husband and I had had a night out on our own. Even longer since we had had a night away from the little man. Two years to be precise. Seven hundred and thirty nights.
Seven hundred and thirty nights of bedtime routines and goodnight kisses and seven hundred and thirty one good morning bundles from our mini human.
We’d been invited to my Sister’s for the evening with the opportunity to stay over so we could enjoy a few rare drinks without one of us having to drive. We wanted Ethan to experience a sleepover at his Grandparents as did they, so it was all arranged and we were all really looking forward to it.
And then the day arrived.
We had a lovely day out together at a Farm Park (blog post here – shameless plug!) and then I had to leave him at my Mum & Dad’s. Oh my goodness. I was a wreck. I just didn’t want to leave him!
It was one night for goodness sake and I was missing him before I’d even left!
I came home and felt a little lost. I passed the time by watching some of my current Netflix programme of choice and waited until the hubby came home so we could go out.
Don’t get me wrong, I had a lovely time. I was totally at ease knowing he was with my parents who he adores and it was nice to not have to feel responsible for a little person for a few hours but at the same time it was the weirdest feeling ever. I literally felt like my arm had been cut off. It was quiet. There was no “Mummy, Mummy, Mummy” every five minutes and no checking on him before I went to sleep. It was just beyond strange to me and totally foreign.
It was needed. I felt refreshed and it was because of this feeling that I realised how important it is to get that ‘me time’. And of course ‘us time’. But there’s some kind of weird irony in that you look forward to this time and then the minute you get it, you just want them back again.
God this parenting lark is strange at times. Tell me it’s not just me that’s felt like this?!
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