So as many of you regular readers (oh I love you – as if little old me has actual regular readers!) will know Hubs and I had a much needed and well deserved night away last week. Sam decided to treat me to a night away, no not just to get his end away, but because he realised his wife hadn’t had a full nights sleep in nearly a year. Even at the end of my pregnancy I wasn’t sleeping because A) rolling over in bed to get into any sort of comfortable position resembled a beached whale attempting a bid for freedom which then resulted in me waking myself up and B) I had restless legs which was the most irritating and frustrating thing in the world. Then of course the munchkin came along and sleep was shot to shit! After dealing with a grumpy, sleep deprived and emotional wife for so long, hubs realised it was for the greater good I got some rest!
Now I have to admit as much as I was so excited about going away I was also really nervous. I had never left Josh over night before and even though I knew he was in the safest of hands with Granny, I felt weird about leaving him. I asked some of my best Mummy friends if they would feel the same and they reassured me it was normal and they’d feel the same.
Luckily for Josh, staying with Granny means staying at the farm and that means seeing Puppy (yes, the dog is called Puppy – no one could think of a better name)!
So he was very happy staying there and it was just me that shed tears…. yes I am a loser. We all went to a country fayre on the Monday and when it came to time to leave, Josh went off in Granny and Grumps car, and obviously Sam and I went off in our car. And that’s when I got a bit teary eyed. Fortunately Sam made me pull myself together in his usual sympathetic (blunt) way and told me he wasn’t splashing out on a night away just for me to blah all night! And as soon as we got to our destination I was fine. It’s easy to see why:
The room was amazing; one massive bed screaming out for sleep (my poor husband, I am meant to say it was screaming out for a good shag!), a huge rain shower in the bathroom, an outdoor bath (but with a roof covering) with a TV at the end – the dream!- our own sauna and a patio area complete with firepit to roast marshmallows on! The second I got there I felt instantly relaxed and managed to switch off. Of course Josh was in the back of my mind but my Mother in Law was a gem and sent me the occasional photo of Josh having lots of fun at the farm, and that he had settled down for the night without a peep. Hearing that was such a relief as I didn’t want my poor Mother in Law to be stuck with a screaming child, and we could relax and enjoy our evening. It was lovely to spend some proper time with my husband too! Admittedly his expectations may have been a bit high; the night before we left he came flying down stairs declaring an emergency “we’ve got no condoms”!! I’ve not gone back on the pill and don’t plan to, so the responsibility lies with him. So my darling, deluded husband went on Amazon Prime and half hour later came in and proudly told me he’d ordered some for next day delivery…… a box of 24!! To say I laughed is an understatement. I’m all for being prepared but come on! In his defence it was the only one on offer for next day delivery and of course he didn’t really expect me to be like some porn star bunny going at it all night! He had no complaints by the time we left our hotel put it that way!
It dawned on me whilst we were away how much we take for granted before we have kids. In the 20 or so hours we were away I got to have two long hot baths complete with drinks (champagne in the evening, a full pot of HOT tea in the morning), I got to condition and straighten my hair without having to rush it in the space of time it takes Josh to have a nap, I got to eat a meal without being interrupted by a crying baby, I got to have sex with my husband without it having to be a panicked snatched (sorry, no pun intended) quickie whilst the child has his afternoon nap. It was so lovely and to get some rest was absolutely priceless. Sadly my 8 hours sleep was interrupted, and I couldn’t even blame a randy husband. I woke at 3am thinking I’d somehow spilt a drink all over myself in my tired and champagne fuelled haze. I quickly realised that in actual fact good boob had leaked (no such worries with shit boob – bloody useless thing) so I had to get up and do a “pump and dump” of milk. But other than that I had a wonderful, sleep filled night and woke up the next morning refreshed and feeling like I’d had a lie in when I woke at 7.15! Taking advantage of having an hour or so to myself, with Hubs asleep and baby free, I made the most of my amazing outdoor bath with TV at the end and made a whole pot of tea that I drank whilst hot **Actual Mummy Achievement** whilst catching up on Emmerdale!
After our lovely evening we decided to make the most of our morning together and went to the gorgeous local market town of Holt. We had a lovely time but I can’t lie; Mummy was itching to get back to her boy! We headed back to the farm to pick up Josh and I had expectations of him being excited to see me and being all cuddly. Nope. He couldn’t have cared less; obviously he had a wonderful time at Grannys (thank you so much Granny, same time next weekend?! Seriously….. we’ve got a wedding to go to!!!). And in all seriousness it is hugely reassuring to know I can leave Josh with someone and he won’t have a meltdown and that he will take a bottle from someone (just not Mummy) and that includes formula (again not from Mummy of course). Leaving your little one for the first time is a quite the achievement, and although I know some people wouldn’t bat an eyelid, it was a big deal to me. But I do think it was something I needed to do. I don’t class myself as a particularly over the top clingy mother; I never wanted my baby to be so attached to me that I couldn’t leave him with anyone else. But the lead up to our night away, it really was playing on my mind and I was excited and apprehensive in equal parts. I didn’t like to tell anyone this for fear of sounding like an idiot, a clingy Mum who didn’t dare leave her baby with anyone else. But I’m so glad that I did confide in some friends and they made me realise it was totally normal to feel this way.
And I can honestly say it did me the world of good! I felt like a new woman the next day, I had a perfectly happy baby to pick up afterwards and I had a very satisfied and happy (albeit slightly skint now) husband! Of course now it’s all gone out the window – Josh’s top teeth are making a bid for freedom and he’s miserable at night and I’m back to waking a lot. But in the long run, a night off was wonderful and I can’t recommend it enough. Bring on the next one hubs…. after all we’ve still got 21 condoms left 😉
Lots of Love
Thank you to the Pigs at Edgefield for an amazing stay – check out their website here: http://www.thepigs.org.uk/
This is NOT a sponsored post, the place is just so beaut that I think every tired Mama deserves to visit!!