>> Saturday, 4 July 2009
Does it make me a bad mother that I have started to think I will be a better one if I have some time off?
I don't mean anything radical. Just a couple of days away from the constant hum of a family.
I love my Husband and Boys beyond life, but sitting at the breakfast table this morning and being assaulted (yes, that is how it feels, and no, I'm not good first thing) from all sides by a) Husband discussing his forthcoming travel plans b) Boy #1 talking 10 to do the dozen about how 'merit' badges at school need to be shared around and that's why he didn't get one on Friday (hmmm) and c) Boy #2 talking about - well, actually I can't remember what he was talking about, which in itself is not surprising but nevertheless makes me feel I'm failing him in some way - I found myself dreaming of some time away.
Not on my own, mind you. No, I'm not after splendid solitude. What I want is a couple of days just kicking up my heels, drinking too much, sleeping in late and generally shooting the breeze somewhere warm and balmy with a girlfriend or two.
However, with a move likely, the summer holidays around the corner, girlfriends with equally busy lives, and Husband's work taking him away from home more than is strictly civilised, it doesn't seem likely any time soon.
I can't fit into my 'warm and balmy' girl's night gear anyway.
Pass the chocolate, somebody?