I love getting away, having time to be on my own.
In the last almost 2 years life has become a whirlwind like any first time parents know. I love knowing that my beautiful daughter is being cared for by her doting father and that there is nothing at all for me to worry about there.
Where we live we don’t have family we can call on to help. When we get sick we just have to truck on thru it. We don’t get date nights, except for those when our little darling is tucked up in bed at 7pm and we get take out and watch a movie. I love those nights.
When family come to visit the offer to babysit and we gladly take them up on their offer. There might be 3 visits a year.
I’m not complaining, I’m setting the scene.
So when my husband and I get weekends away even separately we relish in the freedom. Freedom to sleep in, take our time to get ready, go to not so kid friendly restaurants and enjoy quality time with our friends.
When people ask if I’m missing my daughter it’s difficult to explain without it sounding like I’m wanting a pity party. Sure I miss seeing her gorgeous little face, but it’s 48 hours I have to enjoy some ‘me time’ and I know I’m very fortunate to be able to get it. So every moment is precious, I know soon enough I’ll be elbows deep in my role as working mother so for now it’s just about being in the moment.