Why do I feel the need to justify a night away? I look after our 6 children, work really hard running our family business and look after him in doors outdoors aka Farmer Nick, yet when I take some time out I feel I need to justify myself. Is this just my inner Mummy saying it not right or my perfect inner wife finding herself a voice? Whatever it is, when the chance for a night away presents itself I over rule my inner conscience and jump on board suppressing the guilt, only then do I discover that I play hard too!
After our successful trip last year to “Strictly Come Dancing: The Tour” the girls were back on tour again last weekend. Having booked and paid for our tickets and travel lodge in advance we were determined that the dire weather warnings were not going to stop us. Armed with blankets, snow chains and a 4 wheel drive we set off on *mission impossible* from Cornwall to Birmingham through the snow around 11.00 am on Saturday. As it turns out everyone else had heeded the weather warnings and stayed off the road, we couldn’t have had an easier journey and even allowed ourselves a late lunch at Bristol’s Cribbs Causeway and a spot of retail therapy!
Arriving in good time we agreed to meet up in one room for drinks before the show. I was running late having opted for a walk before hand to stretch my legs and gather my bearings for later. That meant putting the rollers in whilst sipping champagne and smudging my nail polish in my quest to scoff my share of the nibbles! I loved the getting ready with music giggles and fizz nearly as much as the night itself, such a girly thing to do and so far away from my average day on the farm!
Just what did I think I was doing dashing through the snow like a lush still carrying my glass of fizz to the National Indoor Arena?
We made it in one piece to the show, ok with just one fall, and claimed our seats just in time. I did notice a few empty ones suggesting the weather had put some off the journey. To be honest I am not a huge strictly fan and have to ask my friends all the way through who is the amateur, where they are from and who is the professional! I just love the whole live event, the build up and the way we make a full 24 hours of girly giggles and fun.
Highlights: but don’t ask me who is who!
After topping up our wine glasses in the interval and negotiating the inevitable queue to the ladies, the second half flew by and all too soon we found ourselves joining the exodus trying not to land up in the river as we slid and slipped along the exit paths. Distinctly hungry now we navigated ourselves towards Cafe Rouge after I had eyed it up on my earlier walk.
By the time we finished eating it was approaching midnight. In high spirits and making the most of our time away from home we spotted the 80’s bar we fell into last year. Not thinking twice we headed in to boogie on down into the early hours!
The Morning after the night before
I was first to wake in the morning and text the others.
Me “Anyone awake”
Anita “Just making a cuppa and back to bed”
Fi “Not really”
Me Clambers out of bed nursing aching feet and opens curtains to see fine snow falling and settling on the roads below
“It’s snowing I think we should get going”
Fi and Anita together
“Ready in 20 mins”!
After our hasty departure the M5 was once again clear of snow and empty of cars. We were home by 4pm in my case to “What’s for tea Mum”. Nothing like arriving home and hitting the ground running! Sunday night and Monday were a real struggle for me playing catch up and suffering serious sleep loss and probably the ill effects of a glass to many the night before. We were only away for a night but it felt like a real break. Farmer Nick and the kids seemed equally happy judging by the trail of pot noodles and white bread in evidence around the kitchen, all strictly frowned up on by me and further designed to fuel my inner guilt at going!
The Big question
Will I go again next year……..you bet!
Do you get the chance to take a break? It is much harder when you have small children who are really going to miss you, but if you have the opportunity with husbands, partners. parents or friends then my advice is to accept. It doesn’t have to be far away or for very long, but a little break in routine is a breath of fresh air for the inner you.
For me, I appreciate all that I love about being a Mummy by not being one for a day!
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